Alone

Jumped .

Chapter 3 .

After a long school day of shit being said about me and rumors spreading I was craving the blade . I knew it wasn't healthy but gosh I wanted it . I began to walk home , blaring my headphones as loud as possible to drown out the outside world . Then as I kept walking and staring at the ground , I saw a foot and then with a "Bang" my face met the ground . I looked up trying to recognize the face of the person . It was one of the school sluts . Her name was Amber . She bad long blonde hair , blue eyes , tall , skinny , preppy as can be . I hated her . And she hated me . She was one of the bullies at my school . Now there she was . Staring at me as I lay on the sidewalk , nose bleeding and lip cut .

"Get up bitch !" she yelled at me , kicking me in the ribs .

I yelped quietly . Suddenly , I heard more feet coming towards me .

"She's all yours guys !" I heard her say . Then just as she said that I felt stings everywhere and laughter . I was being kicked , punched , slapped , and hit in all directions . I laid there in pain . Groaning and moaning at the pain . When the guys finally let up and ran I laid there , teary eyed and stinging everywhere .

When I finally found the strength to stand I started back on my way . Limping and crying I finally found my way back home . I practically crawled upstairs trying to hurry before my mom could have a look at me . I looked pathetic I'm sure . But what was I suppose to do ?

Making my way into my room I stripped off my hoodie and jeans to examine my body and the damage done .

I ran my finger across my face . "Ouch!" I whispered to myself , feeling the bruise on my cheek. I looked terrible . I had a bloody nose , cut lip , black eye , bruised cheek and then on my body I had bruises and cuts on my sides , chest , legs , and arms . They looked horrible . I felt like shit .

I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up .

It didn't do much good , I'm pretty sure all these bruises are gonna definitely show bad by tomorrow .

I changed and before I went off to bad I grabbed the blade and went to work .

One ..... two..... three .... four . Over and over . Blood beaded up again and began dripping . This felt so good . Just what I needed . Relief .

I soon cleaned up And cried myself to sleep . Clinging to my sore , stinging , now bruised arm .