Looks Can Be Deceiving. (Completed)

Chapter Sixteen: I'm sorry I'm sorry.

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-Marcel's POV-
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Why?

That's all I could seem to think.

Why, of all the people in this school, did they have to pick on me? I mean, I wouldn't want anyone else to get bullied. I just wish is wasn't always me.

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I sat at the lunch table alone. I began to eat my lunch alone. I am alone. My head was full of emotions, maybe it was just from the beating I got earlier from Luke and Calum. I felt sad, depressed, and most of all...angry. Angry at myself, the world, the people who treat me like I'm nothing. I'm not just 'nothing.' I can't just be nothing.

All these thoughts were going through my head. It was like there was a war going on in my brain.

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I saw Luke and Calum in the lunch line. Something went off in my head, and I couldn't stop it. I grew even more angry. I was furious. I couldn't contain this anger anymore.

I got up from my seat and walked over to Luke. And that's when I blacked out...

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When I came to, there was a huge circle around me.

"Oh my god..." I heard voices around me say. They were all looking at the floor. I didn't know what exactly.

That's when I realized...

Luke was knocked out on the floor. His face was bloody. He had a busted up lip and two black eyes. Had I done this? I looked at my knuckles, they were bruised and bloody too.

I saw everyone's face, they all looked scared. Just then, I noticed her face in crowd. Diana, she looked so scared. She had seen the whole thing. I felt so horrible, just like I did when I punched Josh. I felt like the bad guy here.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I repeated over. And over. And over again.

Everyone was looking at me. I hated it, so I ran. Just like I always did.

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-Edward's POV-
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"Where's Marcel? Where's my brother?" I say barging into the principal's office. I had just came from the Nurse and Marcel wasn't with her. I needed to make sure he was okay.

"Edward. Please calm down. He ran away after the whole lunch incident." Mr. Higgins says to me.

"He ran away?! How could you just let him run awa- wait, what lunch incident?" I ask. I'm so confused.

"Well, He nearly beat Luke Hemmings to death, Edward. After he realized what he had done, he just...ran out the door."

What? There's no way Marcel could've been capable of doing something like this. He's too innocent.

But maybe I'm wrong.

"Thanks Mr. Higgins..." I say to myself, as I quickly leave his office.

I need to find him now before it's too late.

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"Hey Edward!" Emma says.

"Oh hey Em. I'm sorry now's not the time. I need to find my brother, Marcel. Have you seen him?" She shook her head, "Not since the fight."

I tell her thanks and say bye. Running out of the building, I see Zayn smoking a cigarette leaning on his car. "Mate, we need to go and find Marcel." I tell him. He tosses his cigarette and gets in. "Where to?" He asks. I haven't even thought about where he could be.

Shit.

I see Diana sitting on the sidewalk. Her head on her knees. Maybe she knows.

"Diana!" She looks up, she's been crying. Diana walks up to the car. "..yeah?" She says slowly. "Get in. We need to find Marcel."

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"Do you have any idea where he could be?" I ask my parents. My mother is already in tears. "N-no." my mum sniffles.

"Diana has Marcel ever mentioned anything..about anywhere specific?" My father asks.

"Well..I think I remember him saying something about a lake...He use go there over the summer."

That's it. He's got to be there! "Alright c'mon, I think I know which lake."

Diana, Harry, Zayn and I all get in Harry's car.

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We arrive at the lake, splitting up. Zayn with Harry and Diana with me.
We walk around and try to listen for him. I hope he's okay..

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-Marcel's POV-
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I can't think straight. I've gone insane. psychotic. I must be crazy, I almost killed someone.

I can't hurt anyone else...not anymore. I need to go. I need to end it all. The world would be better without me. My family would be better without me. Diana would be better without me...

I had taken the gun my dad had hidden in his drawer. This is it. I put the gun to chest.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." I yell about to pull the trigger.

"Marcel! Stop!" The voice startles me. But it's too late...I had already pulled the trigger.

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hey guys! Don't hate me! I'm sorry lol

I took forever to update, i apologize! But I'll be post more since spring break is coming up!

but the question is...Does Marcel survive? OR NAH! haha i'm gay .-.

anywhore PLEASE COMMENT VOTE OR FOLLOW.

i really do appreciate it when you guys comment <3 thank you.

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