Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

Lonely but Loved.

A/N:- Hiii!! Another imagine! But this time I got help from CorinneDeYoung hi to you!! Thanks for your help!!
Oh! And false words are used I'm sorry. Also names which are generally used. Please don't be offended, it's just an imagine!
Read on then, my Lovies!

(This could suck. Big Time. I'm sorry.)

y/n:

I was in school, trying not to be noticed and rush off to class.
I tried not to be found by Michele and her minions, Ella and Gwen. But eventually, failed.

I was pushed to one of the lockers on my way to English class.
My back slumped onto the metal and nearly broke my spine, I knew it was them.

I was then, terrified. I knew they would hurt me.
I looked ahead. Michele's girly smirk was seen on her lip-gloss covered lips.

Ella and Gwen were holding me back.

"Hey, Bitch!" Michele spat, getting closer to my face.

Michele has blonde wavy hair and clear, blue eyes. And she probably is a fear-sniffer..

Ella has brownish, straight hair and green eyes (which makes no sense, tho) she does everything Michele says with her sister, Gwen.

Gwen, has ginger colored hair, yellow eyes. Yes like a vampire, but I doubt she is, she failed P.E last year. because of running. So you see why.

Now, back to the story where I get beat up. T-T

"What do you want, Michele?!" I shot back, trying to look her in the eye, but fear enveloped me. I couldn't stand up for myself.

"Huh! Since when did this weak bitch learn how to fight back?!" Gwen said.

I struggled in their grip. "C'mon! Let me go! I have English class!" Stupid mouth, shut up! You'll make things worse! And we're not having that!

Michele laughed pathetically. "What's the point of telling me that, when I don't listen, Idiot?!"

Tears started to swell up in my eyes.
They treated me like this ever since 5th Grade. I'm in 4th Year high school. Which means they've been like this to me for nearly 4 years.
And I didn't tell anyone. I know, I'm pathetic.

I stay struggling. All of a sudden, Michele raised her hand.

I know what will come next. That familiar, tight slap.

I squeezed my eyes shut and then felt the sharp pain on my cheek.
Tears fell down my eyes and down to my cheeks.

I sniffled and looked at her.

"Time for the finale" She muttered and got something from her bag.

A pocket knife?! Wtf?! Since when did Michele P. Green learn how to carry knives?! She barely can't hold her own Drink for a minute without spilling it.

"You know what? Tommy broke up with me because of you!"

"No! Stop!" I said, wiggling off Ella and Gwen's grips.

The unexpected happened.
I was free for the first time... But it didn't last long.

Gwen took my arm offering it to her whilst Ella held my shoulders still, Michele then slit through the knife's blade in my skin and it hurt a lot.
By doing so, they earned a yelp from me. Michele slapped me once again.
And continued about seven more times. She alternated the slap and knife cuts, until..