Abused

6

I woke up around six A.M., wishing I didn't have school today. Thankfully it's Friday, I thought to myself as I yawned and stood up. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a long-sleeved 'Pierce The Veil' shirt. The sleeves and back was a mix of purple, blue and white, whilst the front was black with sharp, white lettering saying 'Pierce The Veil'. I pulled on some blue skinny jeans, throwing my other clothes in the corner of my room. I'll get those later, I thought. I found some socks in my bottom drawer and pulled them on, soon pulling my white converse on afterwards.

I walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. Ew, why do I look like this? Why can't I look good like the rest of the kids at school? I asked myself. I pulled out my razor and pulled up my sleeve, gently laying my arm out over the sink. I let out a small yelp of pain when I connected the razor blade with my skin. I felt the cold blood fall down my arm, into the sink. Lifting the razor again, I connected the blade with another part of my skin, dragging the sharp object across my arm. I sniffled a bit, trying to keep quiet. The cold liquid fell down my arm, leaving thin, red lines on my skin. After the blood calmed a bit, I turned the sink on and let the cool water run over my fresh cuts. The stinging in them soon faded. I washed the sink and turned the water off, grabbing some band-aids and placing them over my cuts. I pulled my sleeve down and put the razor away.

I reached over and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I quickly brushed my teeth, brushing my hair in the process. I brushed my hair to be flat against my forehead. I wiped my eyes from the tears, hoping it wasn't too noticeable that I've been crying. I had small red marks underneath them, though. I blinked my eyes a few times and exited the bathroom.

I headed downstairs, grabbing my bag and walking to the door. "Hey," I heard someone say and grab my shoulder. My heart dropped when I turned my fave to see Greg. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked. I looked around. "Where's your friend?" I whispered. "In the bathroom. Tell me why the fuck you were making so much noise last night." Greg demanded. "I--I, um," just as Greg was lifting a fist to hit me, Mason came down stairs. Greg let go of me and shoved me towards the door. "You'll pay for this later." He whispered and swiftly kicked my shin. I hissed in pain and pulled my leg back.

Opening my eyes that I didn't realize were shut, I saw Mason and Greg leaving the house. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. God, I'm so fucking pathetic. I left the house and started walking down the road. I got to the corner and turned down the sidewalk. As I was walking, I heard and saw a black SUV pull up beside me and slow down the speed. I started to walk a bit faster, my shin hurting more with the more weight I put on the injured bone. I saw the window roll down and I looked away, not wanting to know who the person driving was.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey Niall, need a ride?" The voice asked. I looked up at the face, confirming that the person was Liam. He gave me a small smile, showing he wasn't joking. He furrowed his eyebrows, making him look cuter, well, if that was possible. "N--no, thank you." I mumbled. "Walking is too far, Ni. Just let me give you a ride. Louis went with Harry this morning and you're too small to walk by yourself. What if someone hurts you? It's still pretty early." He pointed out. "I'm not small." I said, crossing my arms and blushing at the nickname.

I looked back up to see Liam reaching over and opening the passenger side door. "Yes you are. Now get your small arse in here." Liam said playfully. I sighed in defeat and jump in the SUV, closing the door and buckling up. "I'm still not small." I mumbled. "Yes you are. You're a small, Irish leprechaun," he said. I turned and looked out the window. "It's not a bad thing, Niall. Leprechauns are cute. Unless they're arseholes, but you're not an arsehole." I shrugged. "Sounds like you're making fun of my accent." I said, slouching in the seat. "Oh, I'm sorry. I won't call you that again. Really, I'm sorry." I looked at Liam, looking for any sign of sarcasm. He didn't seem to have any. His eyes showed sadness and he was frowning. Damn, I love how cute he is.