Happysad Oneshot

Happysad Oneshot-

No one knows about my life. About how I handle it. About my scars or the way my family abuses me. I have no friends. No one that I can trust. I wish I was back at my old school where I at least knew people. But it's too late and too far away. Each day I go to school and people just tease me about my face, hair, and clothes. Then the teachers always hate me because they send me to the principals office for no reason. And then when I get home, my parents get mad at me for getting in "trouble" and they slap and yell at me for it. I cut my wrists and thighs and I have attempted suicide once but my parents walked in on me while I was doing it and stopped me before I could pull the trigger. I hate this life so much.

Today in class we got assigned partners for a stupid history project. My partner is an okay guy named David. He doesn't usually hang around me but he doesn't bully me either so I can tolerate him for that. We have to write a small paper on Abraham Lincoln and design a poster as well. We have to go to his house to do most of the project because my parents tell me I'm too lazy to clean up anything around the house. As I'd I'm the only one who is capable of cleaning. They're the lazy ones. Right now I'm the one who's designing the poster while David is researching the paper. As I print out different pictures to put on the poster, David glances over at me. He must have seen my wrists.

"You cut yourself?" He asked.

"Yeah."I said in a quiet voice. I'm expecting him to call me stupid for cutting or that it's stupid.

He took ahold of my arm and said "Come to my room." He whispered.

I followed him to his room, quite unsure of what is going to happen. We both sat down on his bed.

"Tell me everything." He said plainly.

And I did. I told him every detail of my life. From the bullies at school, to the teachers, to the way that my parents teach. I told him about how I am suicidal and that I cut a lot. I told him about my suicide attempt and how my parents stopped me. I began to cry. As I cried, he put his arms around me and rocked gently back and forth until I stopped.

"Do you have any scars? A nightmare story to tell?"I asked him.

He took off his shirt. He had faded scars on his shoulders and sides.

"I used to cut. But I stopped when I moved to this school because here, people leave me alone. They ignore me." He told me.

I graced my hand over the faded cuts on his shoulders and sides. Then I wasn't afraid to show him my scars. I first showed him both of my wrists and he kissed them both. To make the pain go away. Then I took off my pants to show him the scars on my thighs. He kissed those too. I put my pants back on and hugged him with more tears coming from my eyes. He was going to help me get through this.