Seventeen One shots! {HIATUS}

S.coups-heart break

Your POV:
Being the schools bully target isn't easy to ignore. My friend always told me I can ignore it and I'll be fine. But if I ignored it, would it still lead to cutting myself repeatedly and crying harshly every night to the point where I can't sleep? I can't even sleep without night terrors causing more anxiety and fear so I end up cutting my arms deeper and deeper. I was only stupid enough to attempt a turn with my love life. I can still remember it like it just happened...

"C'mon...it'll be fine just, go talk to him!"
Hyorin pushed me toward him. Seungcheol. My heart pounded wildly. I was scared. I couldn't do this. I felt sick to my stomach and I didn't know what to say. But she pushed me continuously. I groaned and closed my eyes. Not realizing she pushed me as hard as ever and I whammed  into Seungcheol. He loudly said "ow" and tripped a little over to the side. I gasped loudly and bowed whilst repeatedly apologizing. He growled while getting up and brushed off dirt I couldn't see. I kept apologizing and didn't shut up even when he calmly said my name. I kept going and I finally heard his foot steps echoing through my head. I closed my eyes, knowing all eyes were on me.
"Hey!"
He said a bit louder but still calm. Taking my chin, causing me to show my face. I looked right at his eyes and saw emptiness. He slowly removed his hand. And-
SLAP.
He moved his hand up, and slapped me. I kept my head turned away and touched it softly. Where his hand did. Tears stung my eyes. And I felt all eyes rest on me. I let a small breath escape my mouth and I was lost at words. He squinted his eyes and walked away. My cheek burned from the harsh contact. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of my heart smashing into millions of pieces and being stomped on. Only to be forgotten. The bell suddenly rang throughout the school yard and I turned around. Letting my hair cover my face so no one would see my ugly face. I let a tear fall before running rapidly to somewhere. Anywhere really. All I cared about was getting away from embarrassment and bullying. I couldn't do it anymore. I hated school, My life, me, and most of all: Seungcheol.

Nowadays, I stay locked up in my room. With the little light escaping through the ripped silky curtains I own. And blood stained blades on every shelf and table. I sat lifelessly against my bed. Why had my life been so bad. What did I do to deserve this. I just can't take it. Not anymore. These blades are my only hope. So here we go. And this will be my final cut.
End
-you know how it ends-