My Blades

CHAPTER FIVE

   I got up and decided to skip the shower. I brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. I wore some baggy, comfy clothes today. My bruises really hurt.
   I woke up more depressed than lately so I decided to cut myself. I need out of this pain. I took my razor out of my locket. I sliced my arms. I did it about 7 times and made sure to make them deep. I put my razor back in my locket.
   I headed downstairs, grabbed my stuff and headed out the door.
   When I arrived at school, I already knew I was going to get beaten up. So I walked into the school and put my stuff in my locker and grabbed the books I needed. Then I see Caleb walk towards me. Of course.
   "I'm going to keep you safe today. No way in hell are you going through that again."
   "I have to pee."
   "I'm coming with you."
   "No. You can wait outside the door."
   I walk towards the girls bathroom and walk in. As I turn the corner I see him making out with one of the cheerleaders. They both see me and she walks out, wiping her mouth. Ew.
   "Well look who it is"
   "Leave me alone Connor"
   He leaped towards me.
   "You don't tell me what to do."
   He slaps my face really hard. That'll leave a bruise. Then he punches me in the back and twice in the shoulder. I'm never going to get out of this.
   In the middle of a beating I call for Caleb. He rushes in a leaps onto Connor. Punching him in the face.
   "Don't let me catch you do that ever again." He says sternly.
   "Woah dude. She just likes it rough." He says looking at me.
   My cheeks start to warm up. I can't believe I slept with this douche.
   "Get to class." He says, pointing to the door.
   He walks out. I fall to the ground. I can't believe him. Connor is the worst person in the world.
   "Why would you sleep with that" he says looking at the door.
   "I used to date him, before I lost all of my friends."
   He gives me a nod and inspects my face. I was right, he left more bruises. I have a new one on my shoulder, on my cheek bone and a good sized one on my back.
   "You should've yelled sooner" He says, looking down in shame.
   "I couldn't. He hit me so hard that I had to catch my breath."
   He helps me up and tries to hug me but noticed something on my shirt. He looks down at my sleeves and all the light drains from his eyes. I follow his eyes and notice there's blood all over my sleeves. He rolls them up to see them and gasps a little.
   "I want to help. What can I do to help you get through this?" He says, sounding like he's about to cry.
   "I don't know. I've never thought about it..."