Don't Break Me

Chapter 7

Justin POV:

I ran as fast as I could. I dared not to turn around. I knew what was behind me, my biggest fear. The corridors I ran down looked so familiar, yet so distant. My body was in extreme pain. My breathing was heavy and fast paced. I turned my head slightly to look behind me, regret instantly went through my mind. He was gaining on me. "Give up Justin. You can't outrun me. Running will only make things worse for you," he said sadistically. I tried to pick up my speed by moving my legs faster but it resulted in me tripping over myself. My face hit the ground hard. Before I had time to pick myself up, I was grabbed harshly on the shoulders. I was flipped around to face the devil himself.

My body shot up in fear. Sweat dripped down entire body. My breathing was short and heavy. These nightmares really mess me up. It always involves the same thing. Jason. I always envision him beating me to a pulp when I sleep. I can't ever escape him. Checking my phone I see that it is only 2:45am. Today is Friday. I need to survive one more day of school. Feeling fully awake I get up to go to the bathroom to freshen up. I decide to shower since I feel so disgusting after sweating. As I wait for the water to go hot I think about the nightmares I keep having. Jason's face is always burnt into my mind from them. Just like in real life, his face shows no emotions. His eyes void of any human feeling, his expression one of menace and violence.

I shake my head to clear these thoughts out of my mind before snapping back to reality and realizing I must have gotten in the shower already. Water covered my fat body. I don't even like looking at my own body. All I see is fat. Layers and layers of fat. Everyone at school sees it as well. I don't blame them for saying it actually. I hate my body. It's pale, bruised, scarred and fat. I began to wash myself off and avoided looking at myself whilst doing so. Once I was finished I got out of the shower, turning it off, and dried myself off. For a brief moment I looked at myself in the mirror and one thought crossed through my mind. Cut.

Without any hesitation I grabbed my razor and just stared at it, bringing an actual smile to my face. I looked down at the cuts I did just a few hours prior and smiled even bigger. This is how I express myself. This is my control on my body. I brought the razor to my forearm going further up this time. I pressed it down on my skin, feeling the metal beginning to pierce the skin. This brought a sense of enjoyment to me and before I knew it I was gliding the blade across my skin.

One...

Two...

Three...

And with three I stopped when I heard my stomach growl in the pain. I put the razor on the counter, still with blood dripping off of it, and clenched at my stomach closing my eyes. Blood from the cuts went over my body but all I could think about was getting something in me to stop the pain. I opened my eyes and quickly rose to my feet and made way to the kitchen. Each time my stomach growled I felt an intense inner pain. Once I made my way to the kitchen I turned the lights on and began to search for something to stop the pain. I opened the fridge and looked at the left over dinner. I picked up one strand on pasta and just looked at it, already feeling sick. I put it in my mouth and chewed slowly. I swallowed it and then got a glass of water to wash down the horrid taste. The water filled my belly up so the pain ceased. I went back up to my bedroom lay back on my bed looking at the time again. 3:20am. Damn it, I thought it to myself and I knew I would not be falling back asleep. I stared up into the darkness and began to cry. I hate this life. The sooner it ends the better.

Jason's POV:

I was leaning on my car in the school car park scrolling through dozens of messages on my phone. I pulled out my cigarette packet and pulled one cigarette out placing it between my lips. I lit the cigarette and inhaled a deep breathe holding it in as long as I could. I have been told in the past to not smoke of school grounds. Apparently it's a bad thing. Fuck that. This place is soul sucking. The only good thing about it is beating the shit out of that dumb faggot. Everybody in this school knows not to fuck with me. I get what I want, when I want. I don't show many emotions, they are for wimps anyway. Who needs them when you have got everyone afraid of you? I took another deep inhale of the cigarette and exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate into the air. As I was doing this, I saw the faggot's car pull up into the school car park. A wide grin instantly took over my face. Time to continue what I started in class yesterday I thought to myself as I finished my cigarette off, squashing it into the ground. That little pathetic waste of air went home early like a pussy.

As I watched him step out of his car I noticed something about him. He looked different? He looked worn down. His eyes, though barely open, were bloodshot. His face was drained of colour, including his lips. The looked like death. His hair was messy, even his clothing was different. It looked like he just slapped on whatever he could see and got to school. Not that I care. I don't. He deserves to feel this way. It brings a smile to my face. I set course for him, smirking once nearing him.

"What up fag. You look like shit." I teased. He just kept his head down but stopped in his tracks. I heard him sigh and I swear I heard him say, "Just get it over and done with," but I don't know if he did or not.

"Look in my eyes when I am talking to you bitch." I spat. I grabbed his chin and forced his eyes to meet mine. Fear was obvious in his expression. "Now answer my question you faggot. What up?" I continued.

He began shaking slightly and took a deep swallow. "N-nothing J-Jason." He stuttered pathetically.

"Good now apologize for being a waste of space." I said with venom in my voice. He looked down to his feet. I balled my fist together and forced it up into his stomach. "I said to look at me you faggot." I spat. "You have one more chance to apologize. Screw up and you're dead. Got it?"

He slowly raised his eyes so they met mine. They looked tired and glazed. He just looked in my eyes for a few seconds before I felt his body go limp. I slapped him across the face. "Nah nah nah, not the easily," I said before kneeing him in the gut. I pulled his head back up but his eyes were closed. "Wake up fag," I spat again. I let go him and he fell to the ground hard. Did he just black out again?

Fuck. What do I do?

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