The Only Hope For Me Is You ~ Phan

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I stood in the mirror, poking and prodding at the skin that was bruised around my body, flinching at the most sensitive spots. I wished I could cover them up today. Today of all days.

Last week, Jay had gotten to me again. Abusing me until I saw stars, calling me horrible names, trying to brainwash me into believing they were true.

And the words on my wrist didn't help the situation, either. Because apparently the person that I was supposed to spend my life with, thinks I'm a ugly at first glance. I wonder what their wrist said, from me.

Damn, he looks like shit.

The words on my wrist made me feel worse about myself than anything.

And that says a lot, because I'm a pretty lanky kid, with extremely long limbs that make me look like just skin and bones. If I didn't have the little muscle from the required gym classes, I'd probably weigh less than eight stone.

And my weight just made all my features seem big, and weird, I looked like an alien if you looked close enough.

And what happened last week was the last straw, I guess. My mum had Jay expelled, and transferred to the next best school, or well, the one that was the closest.

Ryden Secondary, was the name, and it was seven miles away, meaning I'd have to wake up at an ungodly hour so I could drive myself to school, and still be on time.

I was still trying to convince my mum that the twenty minute drive wouldn't be worth it in the end, and it would probably be best if I just stayed, but she was having none of it.

"Daniel James Howell, you will not step foot on those school grounds, I will not put you in an unsafe situation again, no questions asked."

"Mum, you don't get it though. It will be even worse at Ryden! I'll be new and people won't want to talk to me, at least people knew who I was!" I protested, getting up from my place at the kitchen counter to try and make a point, and stand my ground.

"I'm not changing my mind, Dan. Who knows, maybe going to Ryden will be good for you. But you will not attend the same school. I already feel awful for not transferring you sooner, because look at what happened." She placed her arms on my shoulders, making me flinch. "Its so hard for a mother to see her child struggle, and get beat to the brink of unconsciousness. I wish you told me, and I wouldn't have had to find out the hard way."

I sighed. She was right. I didn't tell her. She found out of my bullying when I was knocked out last week, and the school nurse had to call and inform her.

"And you need to eat." She added, before turning around and opening the cupboard to get materials for oatmeal. "Go get ready, it's your first day."

I groaned, but went up to my room anyway. I might as well look presentable, and my Zelda t-shirt and grey sweats may not pass as a 'first day at a new school' outfit.

I threw on a black jumper, oversized. It made me look meatier, less like a twig. I paired it with black skinny jeans, a life staple for me.

I was finishing up straightening my hair, when a knock echoed through my bedroom.

"Yeah?" I responded, not looking away from my mirror, running the straighteners through my fringe.

"Morning, son, good luck at the new school today." My dad opened the door, I smiled, and muttered a 'thanks.'