*Two years later*
These past two or so years has been a living hell. All the popular kids bullying me and teasing me about my parents death.
I went everyday cutting. I was actually suicidal on and off too. But I never attempted because I'm still not sure of the way I want to die. Die slow and suffer or die fast and less painfully.
I know your probably thinking 'Easy, fast and less painfully'. But when you hurt yourself like I do... It's a hard decision. We hurt ourselves to take away the pain. So why not die painfully because it makes us feel better. But dying fast means you won't have to be in this cruel world any longer.
Anyways today is my first day of grade 11. I'm now 16 years old. I have my drivers license but Colton still works at the same high school as the grade 9 math teacher so he drives me every morning.
"Diana you ready?" Colton asked behind the white wooden door.
"Yea." I said quietly swinging my black back pack over my army green long sleeve.
I slipped on my black converse and un-tucked my black skinny jeans that tucked in whole putting my shoes on.
We hopped in the car and I thought of all the hell I was going to go through today. Bullying. Laughed at. Teased. Shoved around. I could list more but it will only make me dread the day more.
But I really hope people have matured and won't bother me. But it's high school everyone should know that won't happen.
"Alright come see me before lunch and I'll give you lunch money." Colton said before we went separate ways. He went to the teachers lounge and I went to my locker.
"Hey loser!" Kimberly Watson said. She's the 'Queen Bee' of the school.
She shoved me into the locker making me but my thigh... I cut there too. Not just my wrists. People think we only cut our wrists but we cut our thighs, wrists and stomachs. The people that attempt suicide cut their necks.
"How is your mom doing? Oh wait, she's dead!! Haha!" She said making everyone laugh at me.
"Leave her alone." I heard a deep husky voice say. I suddenly saw a tall boy walk out if the crowd and into the middle of the circle formed around Kimberly and I.
He was probably 6 feet tall, black hair up in a quiff, dark brown eyes and a perfect jawline. He was the definition of perfection.
"Who are you?" Kimberly asked snotty like.
"Zayn Malik. Now leave her alone." He said and turned his back to her and walked over to me. I put my head down and looked at the floor.
I don't like to look people in the eyes. I looked Tom Barick one of my other bullies in the eyes once and he slapped me. Hard.
"Are you alright?" The boy well Zayn asked.
I just shrugged still looking at the floor.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked me out side to the back of the school where no one was except us now.
"Hey, your alright." He said rubbing my shoulders, "What's your name?"
"Diana." I said quietly
"I won't hurt you alright?" He said softly, "Why won't you look at me?"
"I don't look people in the eyes. The last time I did I got slapped." I said
"Well, I wont hurt you and I want to see your face." He said and I could tell he was smiling.
I looked into his deep brown eyes and they lit up. He had a look on his face and I couldn't tell what it was.
"There you go." Zayn said, "Hey, what classes do you have?"
I showed him my schedule and he had all the same classes. Maybe he will be my saviour. What am I talking about once he gets to know me he'll probably leave like my other friends did in grade 3.
Today was actually a great day. Zayn and I went to lunch at Pizza Pizza, he actually got a real smile on my face. Best part was that all the bullies backed off when Zayn was around because he's big.
"Alright, well, I'll text you later" Zayn said and gave me a hug before hopping into his red mustang. He must have a lot of money. Like I did.
Is it a weird or bad thing that I think I'm falling for him?
