Saved By a Band

Chapter 3:

Chapter 3:

I look at that note that Evelyn slipped into my locker. I continue looking at the crumpled piece of paper that signifies my death. I tried to tell my mom I didn't want to come to school today but she made me go. She said that I can't miss anymore school if I want to graduate. I do want to graduate. I want to get my diploma and attend a prestigious university. I had to come to school today and I really wish I didn't. I turn the note over and over in my hand. Why do I always get bullied? Why am I such an easy target for them? I walk to my second class of the day and slump down in my seat and lay my head on the desk.

I look up at the clock and it's almost time for lunch. If I quickly make a run for my car then I may not have to deal with Evelyn and her boyfriend. I have to be quick so I can get out of here before she sees me. The bell rings and I immediately pick up my stuff and bolt straight to the door. I walk as fast as I can so I can reach my car. I reach the gates and slip through them real quick.

"There you are!" I say aloud as I come closer to my little car. I literally hug it for a second because I feel so safe right now. They can't catch me once I drive away. I let go of my car and search for my keys in my bag. I feel a little tap on my shoulder and my smile begins to fade.

"Where do you think you're going?" I hear the voice of Evelyn Branson say from behind me. I turn around to face her and all of her friends are here to see her pound me in.

"You're not going anywhere, punk," Evelyn's boyfriend, Brad, says to me. He starts pounding his fist into his palm as he gets closer.

"Real men aren't supposed to hit girls, y'know!" I yell towards him. He doesn't care and he shoves me up to my car. He holds my shoulders and I can't move.

"Kill her, Brad! We don't need anymore ugly geeks like her in this world!" I hear someone say as he lands a punch right into my gut. I can feel myself slowly losing balance. Everything looks fuzzy. I feel pressure against my jaw and it's starting to hurt. I wish One Direction were here. I wish they could fight off Brad for me. I know they would. They're all I have left. Gianna doesn't seem to care. All I have is One Direction but they're thousands of miles away. I feel a few more punches landing onto my body then I feel myself going limp.

"See ya later, loser," Brad says and walks off with Evelyn and their friends. I lay on the cold hard parking lot floor as I watch everyone begin to go back onto campus. I notice a very familiar face and laugh off in the distance. They seem to be pointing at me. This person continues laughing and pointing along with their friend. I try to make out who it is and my my jaw drops a bit when I realize. It's Gianna and Annie. They must have been watching me get beat up. They were enjoying seeing me get hurt. Why did I ever become friends with her? The tears begin streaming down my cheeks and land in a pool of my tears on the ground. I just want to go home. I wish I had the boys here. I can just imagine them holding me and telling me they love me. And Louis would probably cuss out Brad, Zayn would probably throw a few punches toward him but Liam would try to hold Zayn back. Harry and Niall would stay by my side and help me up and into my car. I would hope that Louis would realize how much he means to me and then never leave my side even when we get back to my house. I can imagine the boys fighting off all these bullies for me and making me feel like I'm worth a lot. But they're not here. They're thousands miles away and I have no one. Gianna is obviously not my real friend if she's just gonna laugh at me as I get beat up. I have absolutely no one.

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The day finally ends and I'm finally able to come home. My mom looks at me with curious eyes as she inspects the bruises on my collar bone. I tell her that it was nothing and that I just walked into pole as I was texting. She then gave me a lecture about how I need to be aware of my surroundings and not text while I'm walking somewhere. I plop down onto my bed and stare up at my barren ceiling. Today was the worst day of my life. I could barely move after Brad punched me so many times. I'm in so much pain right now. Not only does my side hurt from being hit so hard but my heart hurts knowing that my "best friend" just watched me get beat up and continued to laugh afterwards. I never would've thought she, of all people, would do that to me. I pick up my phone and hold it in front of my face. I click on Twitter and of course, during the time of the beating I miss Liam's follow spree. All because of the fact that I got beat up I couldn't spam Liam for a follow. If only I didn't need to spam them for a follow. If only they could've been there to my rescue. I scroll through my timeline and Gianna's tweets pop up and she's talking about the events that happened today. And what I mean by events I mean when I got beat up by the strongest guy in school. One of Gianna's tweets reads:

Some people deserve a good kick in the face. :)

I just stare at all her tweets in shock. She really thinks I deserved that. I don't understand. She used to always come to my rescue when stuff like this happened but now she's just fuelling the fire on the other side. I look at Annie's tweets and I feel like crying. She's saying the same stuff and even replying to Gianna about it all. The tears begin falling down my face and all I could think about were my blades that I have hidden. I've been trying to stay clean for Louis but I don't know how I can do that now. I need my blades. I reach over to my nightstand and open up the top drawer. Inside are the razors that I hide away from myself. I pull one out and examine it for a second. The tears begin coming out of my eyes like Niagra Falls. I turn the blades over and over in my hands and debate on whether I should use them or not. I roll up my left sleeve and look at the faded scars that will now be opened up once more. I take my razor and slice the clean skin on my forearm. Why would my friend treat me like this? Why do I have to be treated like this? What have I done to deserve all of this? I begin making several cut marks along my wrist and forearm and they start bleeding rapidly. I stare at the crimson liquid and I know I need more to appear. I bring down the blade once more to my skin but something stops me. I look behind myself to see my cardboard cutout of Louis just standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Just looking at him makes a small smile form upon my lips. I set my blade down and walk over to where he is standing. He's flat and made of paper but I don't care. I wrap my nonbleeding arm around him and I just let myself cry. I cry into the shoulders of a cardboard cutout version of Louis Tomlinson. I let myself stay there and hold him until I know I need to let go and wash the blood off of my arm. I look up at his smiling face and I know he's not smiling at me. This smile was just for the camera. But it's nice to know that even though I don't have him here, I do have him here. I sit down on my bed and just look right at him. He is perfect in every way possible. Yeah, he's not smiling at me but maybe one day he will show me that real true smile of his.