That day, I was done. I couldn't take it any longer.
At school the most snobbiest, annoying popular girl cornered me with a bunch of her friends surrounding me. They all snickered when they saw me with my hood up, long sleeve jacket even though it was 85 degrees in Miami. I needed to hide my scars.
She came up to me, laughed, then pushed me against the lockers. The corner of the lockers hit my arm and I whimpered in pain as I felt one of my newest scars open.
When they felt satisfactory with their punches and kicks, I was laying on the floor, wincing in pain.
The most popular jock came up to me, worried. "Are you okay?" he asked, holding his hand out for me to grab.
When I immediately grabbed his hand and was about to say thank you, he abruptly let go and I fell back to the ground.
He and his friends laughed, hostility in their eyes.
"No fat and ugly girl should ever be helped up," he said, whilst laughing.
A few moments later I made myself get up, and I walked straight into the bathroom where I cleaned the blood off my arm, wiping the tears out of my eyes
"Are you okay?" A small voice asked.
I whipped around, hoping it wasn't another popular girl ready to insult my scars.
When I saw a short girl in my grade, frizzy red hair everywhere, I smiled the best I could, stuttered, "I'm o-okay.."
I walked home, not giving a crap about the questioning looks from teachers I got while I was walking out the door.
Little did I know that my father would be home, drunk, just like he was every single other day.
"What the hell are you doing home?!" he slurred.
I ran past him, but he caught my shoulder and pinned me against the wall.
He beat me and I scrambled upstairs, tears staining down my cheeks and my shirt.
When I got upstairs and pushed open the door, I was greeted by one of the worst people in the world.
Adam.
"Hey, babe, I saw you walking home, was just wondering why," he said, an evil, very terrifying look sweeping his eyes.
"Adam..." I whispered, my face going pale and flinching when he punched my gut.
I dont know why, but Adam beats me, along with my dad. But he was my so called "loving boyfriend," and honestly, I loved him.
Why I still do, I have no idea.
"Dont think I haven't seen that CaptainSparklez guy in your YouTube newsfeed... Stop watching him, before I make you," he said through clenched teeth, releasing me from his headlock.
When he left, I slid to the floor, not caring about a thing in the world.
I thought about what Adam had said, about CaptainSparklez.
When I was 17, I found him on YouTube, and he was honestly the only reason I haven't killed myself yet.
But no one's here to stop me, so why not do it now?
I slipped into my bathroom, rummaged through the medicine cabinet, searching for the thing I loved.
My razor.
I began cutting myself with the razor everywhere, until I was prepared to make the cut where I knew it would kill me.
As I was about to dig the razor deep in my skin, a notification appeared on my phone.
"CaptainSparklez is having a livestream onTwitchTV!" it read.
I widened my eyes, immediately scrambled up, grabbed a clean rag for my cuts and ran out of my bathroom into my bedroom.
I got my laptop and jumped onto my bed.
"Why are you always there to stop me, Jordan?" I said quietly to myself.
I watched for two and a half hours, laughing whenever Jordan cracked a cheesy joke.
All of a sudden, he quit MineCraft, looked straight into the camera, then said, "why dont I just talk to you guys for a bit?"
I immediately typed in the chatbox, "I wish I could meet you Jordan! But you live all the way in California and I live in Miami :("
I saw his eyes read over the chatbox then he said, "To @Ali_xo, what a coincidence! I'm actually visiting a friend in Miami in a few weeks, maybe I can have a meet up so I can meet all of my fans from Florida!"
Literally, my heart stopped.
Well I can't kill myself now.
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