Victim

Victim { Part 11 } { Final Part }

I slowly woke and held my head in pain as I sat up. I looked in my hand and saw the blade before looking down and seeing my arms that looked like a million cats had scratched them and my thighs.

Jungkook did look round but she must have been late to class. He sighed and got in with his work.

I didn't bother wearing long sleeves as it wouldn't matter if he saw my arms or not. I worse a baggy shirt and pants. I sat down at my desk and fiddled with my hands all throughout class.

Jungkook didn't notice her arms as he knew she already had cuts there. He talked to the girl namjoon said he liked as the boys blackmailed him to.

I heard them laughing and talking and put my face in my hands and laid on my desk. I silently cried to myself until the bell rung and I hurried into the hallway.

Jungkook talked with the boys, not noticing her absence.

I sat in front of my locker and cried into my hands. I heard the popular girls laughing at me but I didn't care, I just continued to cry to myself.

Jungkook walked past and saw her. He discreetly handed her a tissue as he walked past with the boys , knowing she probably hated him.

I looked up and threw the tissue on the ground, I hated him and now I hated myself. I put my bag in front of my face as some of the other girls came by and thumped my on my forehead.

"Hey you lot, come here" jungkook called sexily to the girls in an attempt to get them to leave her alone.

I heard his voice and hurried to my feet. I ran to the roof top of the school and cried as I looked over the railing. I climbed over it and held myself there while debating whether or not to do it.

Jungkook noticed that she was gone and really wanted to go and find her. He said he was going to the bathroom but followed her.

I shut my eyes and let the tears stop. I looked down at the pavement below and let, instantly started to fall but someone pulled me back up.

He grabbed her and pulled her back. "Please don't. Please let me explain just don't do it, i know how you're feeling right now and you hate me just hear me out please" he begged her as he started to cry.

"Get off of me! I don't want to hear anything you have to say, I don't have to hear anything anymore," I cried and got out of his grip. I got my bag and ran home, searching for more pills through my cabinets.

He called the ambulance and sent them to her house, extremely worried about her. He knew she didn't want to see him but he couldn't let her kill herself.