Chapter 3

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*Warning* Selfharm is present.

Nicole's POV

"Hey nerd!" I heard the familiar voice of Harry say from behind me.

I chose to ignore him. Bad idea.

"Hey! Don't you dare ignore me I'm talking to you.  Do you want me to throw you against the fucking lockers again like last time?" He said , anger clear in his voice.

"Um .. no." I whispered.

"What? I didn't hear that." He pushed.

"I said no." I said a little more confident.

"That's better. Okay, now because you ignored me , you deserve this..." He slapped me really head and I fall to the floor.

Harry laughed.

"Have I ever told you that you are a waste of space? Why are you still alive?" He says kneeling down so he is at eye level with me.

"How was I ever friends with someone like you?" He spat.

"You know I was only your friend because our parents are good friends. Everything we had or did together was fake." He laughed.

I felt the tears fall down my face. I tried to cover my face but Harry saw and just laughed more.

"Crybaby!" He sang.

I jumped up off the ground and ran out of the school.

I needed to get away from there. Everything he said was true, I am a waste of space.

I knew one way to fix that.

When I get home, no one was there. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed my favourite razor.

At first it was normal, small cuts. I let the blood run down my arms.

But then I decided to finally make the last cut ever.

I made a big cut up my arm.

Blood started to pour out quickly.

My vision went blurry and I felt dizzy.

For a minute, everything want black but then I saw white and a mysterious figure standing over me.

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