Never Too Late

Chapter 1

This has mentions of self-harm, depression, boyXboy relationship. If your not comfortable with this; please don't read. I'll put a disclaimer when I get to anything like that. Creative criticism always welcome. No flames. Happy Reading!!!

Chapter 1- Fang's POV

        The words stung my heart, but I stayed still and took it. 

Fag, bitch, emo, go slit your writs. The world would be better without you!

     They were just words, but they hurt worse than any physical pain ever could. I don't know why I haven't walked away. I guess I'm scared of them actually hurting me physically? I don't know. 

    They eventually walk away, because I'm not reacting to their shit that they give me. I pick my books up from the ground and start the walk to my locker. When I get there, all the words that they just said to me were spray-painted on it in hot pink. I open it viciously and sigh. Inside my locker; there is more words written in permanent sharpie. 

   I pull out my phone and take a couple pictures of the door and the inside. I could already tell this was going to be a long day. I stuff all my books and stuff inside my locker and start walking to the bathroom. 

   "Did you enjoy your surprise?" I hear a voice snarl. Damn it!, I think. This is Elliot, one of my school bullies. 

    "......." I say nothing as I walk past him. That is until I felt a fist come down into my head and slam it into the tile floor. I hear another boy's voice tell Elliot to leave. He slammed him into the ground next to me. 

    The boy slowly lifted me off the ground and carried me bridal style to a car.

    "I'm going to take you to the hospital really quick to make sure your not hurt. OK?" he says gently. Then everything goes dark. 

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