The Bully that Fell in Love

Chapter 2

*Buzz Buzz Buzz* I hit my alarm as I sat up rubbing my eyes. Feeling the stained tears on my cheeks. I looked at my scar from yesterday; my scars have been getting to a point where I lost count of how many I have. Even though it was the pain, it felt so good to just get rid of everything by making myself go through that. I sighed and walked to the bathroom, taking a shower. I got out and blow dried my hair letting it go in its natural state. I put my olive green beanie with my mahogany sweater. I slipped on my tights and grabbed my bag, I skipped breakfast and quickly put on my converse as I headed out the door before my mother or father could say anything about my appearance to make my self esteem drop lower than it already is. I started walking and it was actually nice and quiet. I hope my day is like this too, but knowing my luck I’ll come back with a couple more bruises and who knows what else. I entered the school cautiously walking to my locker. I grabbed my things out of my locker and closed the door, waiting for strong hands to push my body against the cold wall. But surprisingly, I felt nothing. He’s always here at this time; he never misses an opportunity to hit me.

Is he away? Am I actually going to get a day to not be abused? Yes I don’t have friends, because I’m the ‘weird one’ in school and always have been, but being by myself was soothing. I actually felt better knowing that he wasn’t here, he’s like this negative energy. I’ve heard so many stories about him; how he beat up a guy so hard he was hospitalized for weeks. How he gets all the girls, which I don’t know how. Maybe it’s his eyes...how his hair is perfectly styled...That’s not the point, they say he’s the toughest person in this whole school, but rumour has it...he never was like this before. Which puzzles me, what made him change to being this abusive monster that doesn't care about anything.

Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding

I snapped out of my thoughts and got to my English class on time. We read the next chapter in Romeo and Juliet. I put my headphones in listening to Let Me Love You by Mario. It’s such a good song. I was in my own world, so relaxed and peaceful. I heard the bell ring for lunch and the thought of knowing I wasn’t going to be plumped to the floor, made me feel safer. I went to go sit in a pod and there were some people there. They all looked at me as I sat down, and then they started to whisper. Those whispers transferred into laughs, and those laughs made them all stand up and leave as they dumped some of their lunches on me. “Oops! I guess I didn’t see you there, TRASH!” They all started laughing hysterically. I wiped a falling tear on my face and got up. I headed towards the bathroom and took all the left over’s they dropped on me off my sweater. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and just looked at myself...

You could really tell I was broken...

It’s like the life was drained out of me, I had no reason anymore to be happy...

To make myself smile...

I had no reason to live anymore if I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without feeling so cracked...

The bell went off and I headed to class...why am I so un wanted?

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Zayn’s POV

I woke up, with my alarm buzzing like crazy. I groaned and flipped my arm over my eyes. I sat up shutting my alarm off. I am not a morning person at all; I got ready with my black jeans and my grey long sleeve. I left my hair down with no gel, and I walked out of my room with my bag on one shoulder and put on my red supras. I was this close out the door until my mother called, “Zayn? Can I have a talk with you?” I rolled my eyes and walked over to the living room, “What?” She crossed her arms over her chest; I knew she was mad...

“Zayn Malik you are failing every single class! I got a call from one of your teachers and he has been telling me your marks. You have dropped so much! You don’t even pay attention in class, you cuss to your teachers and talk back!” my mother was furious. I had no words, of course all of that was true but it was my mum. I wasn’t going to say anything just to be on the safe side. “Zayn don’t lie to me is this all true?!” I looked at my mum she looked like she was on the verge of tears. I sighed, “Yes it’s all true! Mum it’s so stupid! I’m not even going to need this for my future career! Why don’t you just let me do what I want with my school shit?!” I dropped my back pack down knowing I wasn’t going to school any time soon. “It’s an education and you need to have one! I want to be as involved with you as I can!” She put her hands over her face and cried softly. I hate when she cries...

“We have a good home, food, water, everything you need! A family to keep you happy, I just don’t get it? You used to be so full of life and good with your grades. What am I doing wrong? How come your like this Zayn?!” My mum sat on the couch, her brown hair fell over her face. I sighed. “Mum....” I sat down next to her, “I don’t have an answer for you, mum...It’s not you, you’re not doing anything wrong.” She got right up and looked at me dead in the eye, “Then how come you changed! Where’s my little boy who loved going to school? Where’s that boy who was so sweet and helped around the house, just to make me happy? Where’s the boy who gave me hugs every morning?” I have to say that broke me, “That ‘boy’ is 17 and has changed okay! I’m not that person anymore!” She took a step back, “I know you have changed, I would just like you to give me a reason!”

I had a reason...one I hate bringing up. It changed me for the better I was a wimp and a loser before. If anything this changed helped me take things like a man. “Mum, I don’t have an answer for you” I grabbed my bag up from the floor. “Fine...I am going to get your teachers to find you a tutor. You need your grades up, and don’t even think about going to school today. Your punishment for not telling me is doing some chores around the house” My mum walked over to the phone, “WHAT!? I don’t need a fucking tutor!” I yelled at her, I was so furious! I don’t need a tutor! A tutor is for stupid people, “Zayn I don’t want to hear it, you are getting one and that’s final” I can’t believe she’s doing this!

“But-“ I was cut off, “No but’s Zayn...I mean it” She seemed so calm, and so disappointed in me. She’s so messed up. I was raging; my hands were formed in fists. “You know Zayn...” I looked over to my mum, “What?” with such attitude. “That little boy....is still in you. I know that, and I miss him...” My mum left with the phone in her hand. I loosened up my grip. I had different emotions going through me right now. I screamed so loud I was just so mad and disappointed at myself! Fuck! I went to my room and decided to take a nap...

Why is my life so messed up?

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*FLASHBACK*

I was running down empty hallways,

Confused

Lost

Not knowing which way to turn

The sound of locker's rattling

My heart rate started to pick up speed

Not knowing where anyone was, hoping I lost them

“Where do you think you’re going TERROIST?” I turned around to see no one, until I faced forward and found myself on the floor from a huge push. I got the wind knocked out of me; I had trouble breathing as one of them dragged me up from the floor.

So many thoughts going through my head

What were they going to do to me?

Why do I get picked on I did nothing wrong!

“I’m not a terrorist now let me go!”

I tried to get my way out but it was no use

There were three of them, all of them obviously bigger than me. Two of them held me down against the locker. “What did you say to me?” He spat in my face and punched me hard in my core. I slid to the floor, I felt so weak and I feel like such a loser. I was being made fun of by my race! And of what I love to do.....sing

Why is it me going through this....

“Look why don’t you stay the fuck out of our way and sing along with your other turban friends!” They laughed and walked away. I was a wimp, nothing but a terrorist who liked to sing...

No one helped me, no one cared

I was left there....

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I woke up sweating and breathing heavily as I looked at the time. It was twelve, I took a long nap...

These dreams of my past were really getting to me...I hate seeing myself like that I never stood up for myself...I still don’t. I rubbed my face and laid back down, I put my arm over my eyes.

“No one knows why I’m like this....no one will ever know...”