Suicide Girl

Battle Scars

"I asked you a damn question! What in gods fuck are these!?" He continued to scream at me.

He stared at my scars and noticed I had a bruise peeking out of the sleeve of my Tee-shirt. His whole face changed from mad and sad to just sad.

"Just forget about please, I....I can't have anyone knowing about it" I could feel tears start to form in my eyes

He stood there for a second like he was thinking then he took his sweatshirt off.

"Here, wear this." Now he was the one close to tears.

I took the sweatshirt and put it on. It smelt like him. I looked at him for a few more seconds then did something I don't usually do. I hugged him.
He didn't do anything for a moment but then he hugged me back. We stood there for about 5 minutes just hugging and not saying a word until the bell rang.
I pulled away from him realizing that I was crying and quickly wiped away the tears.

"This isn't it, we will talk about this later. Okay?" He watched my eyes waiting for an answer.

"Okay" I agreed.

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The rest of the day went like the first part. Walk in, take a seat everyone starts whispering.
I was doing my questions 1-20 on the World war when someone tapped on my shoulder and handed me a note.

Hey ugly fat ass, don't even think for a second you are good enough for Lucas, cuz your not. In fact your not good enough for anyone. Poor you and your little scars because miss suicide girl can't handle life. If you don't want anyone knowing I'd stay away from Lucas
-One and only, Britt :)

I crumbled up the paper, got up, and walked out of the room with everyone staring and a couple laughing. I didn't even look back to see who was laughing Because I already knew.

How does Britt know about me....Lucas. The tears just start pouring. I ran out of the school with the teacher yelling for me.

I ran a couple of blocks to an old warehouse. I knocked three times.

"Password?" A voice I know well asked.

"Open the damn door" I answered

I heard a laugh and then locks being unlocked.

"Hey kid" The guy's name is Rick, hes more of my dad than what I actually have. I waved to everyone else when I walked in. Everyone in the rooms had there own battle scars, some worse than mine, but all of us knew not to ask about them.
I walked to the back where I have my own personal room since I'm the only girl. I took off my clothes and put some old ones on.
I washed off the wall from my last visit and started painting a new picture. I didn't know what I was drawing but just let my emotions take over.
When I was done I turned around to see Rick standing there.

"I think I like this one the best" he said with a half smile. Here no one gave sympathy smiles because all of us hated them.

"Rough day" he asked knowing it was from the picture.

"Ya kinda" I was looking at my picture now.

"Well you know I'm here if you need to talk." Then he walked out. Rick was a very built man and that's why no one messes with him. He's had the worst out of all of us. Always being put in the hospital by his dad.

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Ok so I accidentally published it before it was done so next chapter will be part of this one