Bullied

Chapter 10 ~ Worst Prom Ever

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“Chase I’m not coming.” I told him truthfully and crossed my hands over my chest.

“Oh yes you are.” He retorted and I scoffed at him. Here he is, all costumed up and stuff, which by the way I really like on him and I’m sitting on my bed with my pj’s looking at him.

“Erm, no I’m not.”

“Why not?” he asked confused and worried at the same time.

“Cause I don’t like getting beat up in my one and only school’s prom, duh.” His face changed into an apologetic one and I rolled my eyes.

“But it’s school prom.” He pressed.

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to say that.” I whined and he chuckled.

“Well, you ain’t saying it so it’s my job. C’mon, get ready.” I sighed at his hopeful voice and face.

“Okay.” I replied softly and got up.

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“Hey look! Bitch is here.”

“Oh yeah.”

“What the hell is she wearing?”

“She looks like a zombie.”

“More like a slut.”

“Nahh, sluts aren’t even on the level she is.”

“Ha! You’re right. Mrs. PP here is one of a kind.”

“PP?”

“Yea, Professional Prostitute.”

“Oh, I get it. Nicee!”

I stopped ignoring the comments from around me. I looked over at Chase and gave him the best apologetic look I could master.

“I’m sorry… I-”

I didn’t even get to finish my sentence and I started running away.

Away from Chase,

Away from them,

Away from everyone.

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Jackson looked at everyone around him. Chase had gone after Irina but he wouldn’t let that scene go away easily. He quickly walked up the stage and snatched a microphone fury written all over his face.

“Are you happy?!” he asked irritated on the micro and got everyone’s attention. “Like, are you proud of your actions?!” everybody now in the place had focused on him confusion clear on their faces. “I mean who can’t feel proud of themselves when they bully someone, right?!” he was now pacing back and forth on the stage completely ignorant of the fact that he was rambling. “And for 3 years straight. You must have a good reason to do that.”

“Dude, she deserves it.” Someone from the crowd yelled and Jackson tried to find them just to punch them in the gut.

“She deserves it?! What did she even do?! Ignore all of you and never talk to anyone because you bullied her from the first day here?! Yea, she did something reaaally bad to deserve such a treatment.”

“She’s a slut.” A girl said loud enough for everyone to hear and made Jackson even madder than he was.

“A slut?! Have you taken a closer look on her? She wears black sweaters and jeans for Christ’s sake.”

“Well, also an attention whore.”

“Yea okay. Because she wants people to have their complete focus on her by beating her up. Please find something better for an excuse.” He breathed out and looked at everyone disapprovingly. “She hasn’t done anything to anyone of you. Not even a word has escaped her mouth. And when she does she always says ‘I’m sure they have a good reason for what they do’ so here I am asking… Do you guys have a good reason or are they all these bullshit you keep saying?” he asked and looked around to find nobody able to answer to that. “Would you even care if she killed herself? She tried so many times you know. But, afterwards, she was like ‘Why do them the favor?’, I sooo respect her for that. She is strong, the exact meaning of strong. But I’m not sure if she still is. So congrats everyone, for making her reach the very point of wanting to disappear from life. You should feel proud for making a person want to commit suicide every day of her life.” He clapped his hands ironically. “Why don’t you laugh now? Isn’t it funny? Don’t you think it’s funny?” he looked around with distaste. “Well, this is disappointing.” He shook his head and dropped the micro down on the ground, while leaving the stage.

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I stopped once I reached the town’s river. I took deep breaths and looked down from the bridge and into the river.

Whoa, this is high!

I looked back up and closed my eyes.

I’ve reached the very point of patience. I didn’t want to hurt myself by cutting but I was already hurting myself by letting all of them do what they wanted.

If I continue doing that, it will kill me.

So why not rush it?

Why not get this over with?

It’s not like anyone will worry.

Everyone wants me to do it, right?

From the very beginning.

I think it’s time.

Taking a deep breath I proceeded on walking forward. I slowly closed my eyes and took the final step. But instead of feeling like I’m falling, I felt hands around my waist pulling me back.

“Nope, not today.” The familiar voice said.

“Chase please.” I pleaded him in a hashed tone but didn’t move from his grip.

“You aren’t dying today, especially in front of me. I wouldn’t forgive myself.” He said and I turned my head to look up at him. He didn’t remove his hands from my waist though.

“Chase I can’t do this.” I told him with tears ready to fall down my eyes. “This is too much for me.”

“Don’t say that. You are strong. You can handle it. Just a few weeks left for graduation.” He tried comforting me but I shook my head.

“I can’t. I just can’t.” I breathed out and closed my eyes.

“But what would your family think? They love you Irina. They love you so much. Don’t make them go through the pain of your loss. And Jackson? What about him? Don’t leave him alone and make him think he was one of those who did nothing to help you, because he did and you know it. And what about me? I would lock myself in a mad house if you were gone.” He was rambling now but I didn’t mind. He was actually trying to change my way of thinking and he was actually doing a great job on it.

I hugged him really tight and he stopped talking.

He didn’t even breathe for a few moments, he just stayed frozen.

But he quickly came to his senses and hugged me back with as much force as I was hugging him.

Please God, help me get through this.