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Chapter One

Chester's pov.

"Look how skinny you are. What are you afraid to eat?," one of the bullies said, poking my ribs.

"Shut up", I responded. I was already getting bullied on my second day. It was just like my other school. At my other school I would always get picked on for being skinny and gay. Not much has changed since I came here.

There were three bullies. Two had dark brown hair while the other one had dirty blond hair. They were all bigger than me. I was smaller than most. The biggest one was the guy with blond hair. The two with darker hair were about the same size. The one with blond hair picked me up and threw me into one of the lockers. "Come on fag. Why dont you eat more. Then I wouldn't be able to through you into a locker that easily."

"Fuck you", getting a fist to my face as a response. The three bullies continued to kick and punch me repeatedly.

"Aww. Is the skinny fag about to start crying", one if the bullies with dark hair said as he saw the tears running down my face.

"Leave me alone!". The bullies snickered and continued to kick me and call me names. After a few minutes they left to go to there next class. I got up and limped towards one of the bathrooms. Luckily, a student was kind enough to give me a tour of the school, so I didn't have a hard time finding a bathroom.

When I got to the restroom, there was someone there. I hid my face as I went into one of the bathroom stalls. After the kid left, I got out of the stall and saw someone else in the bathroom. The person that I saw was a beaten and battered person. A person ready to give up any minute now. He had dried blood stains on his face and close. He also had bruises on his face and arms. That person was me.

I precided to clean the dried blood off my face and pulled out my gray hoody from my bag. I didn't know if I should just ditch the rest of the school day or go to my next class. I was already late for class. If I went to class then the teacher would most likely ask me questions. I decided to just ditch and snuck out one of the doors. Ill probably get in trouble later for this, but I don't give a fuck.

I walked to the park, which was about 5 blocks from the school. The park was one of the only places were I could be alone and relax. When I got to the park, I looked for a spot were I could be alone and no one would bother me. There weren't many people here since most kids were still in school, so the park wasn't awfully crowded. I found a spot under a healthy looking tree.

I sat there, thinking about how my life got so fucked up. I was sexually abused by some guy when I was seven. The abuse lasted till I was thirteen. My parents divorced when I was eleven. I stayed with my dad in Phoenix. I recently moved to my mothers house in L.A. because of the bullying. The bullying hasn't stopped yet. I've always been bullied at school. I would always cut my self or take different types of drugs to heal the pain. I'm still taking drugs. I've even tried to kill myself before. I never had a friend. I never had someone to talk to.