Faking it.

Chapter 1. ~ Bullys.

"Just leave me alone!" My bullies start to kick and punch me. My eyes start to swell with tears.

"Stop being such a bitch!" One yells.

"You deserve this whore!" Another kicks me in my ribs.

Soon the room starts to spin, the kicking stops, and I black out.

"I wish you would tell someone." My only friend, Kyra says.

"No one would believe me." I say flatly.

"You wouldn't know." Kyra leads me to the girls bathroom.

"I do know. I'm not telling. Anyone." She sighs and grabs The brown paper towels.

"This will probably feel like sand paper." She starts to wipe the blood from my face. I clench my jaw.

"You're going to be late." I tell her a few minutes later. She just shrugs.

"Your side will be black and blue for a while." I nod. It was nothing new.

Once she's done, we say our goodbyes and I hurry to math, failing to make it on time.

"Miss. Galen." My teacher calls. "If you were here on time, I wouldn't have to do this but you know the drill. Page 20. All problems. Due by tomorrow. No exceptions, maybe now, you'll decide math is a top priority." He says sternly.

I sigh "Yes, Mr. Allen." I hurry to my sit, before anyone has the chance to see my reddened cheeks.

After math I head to gym. I hand in a forged slip stating I'm on my period and cannot swim. I think they know I'm not since it's been the 3rd week of doing this, but they never say anything.

I sit down on the bleachers and I start my math homework.

"You can't be on your period forever." One of girls hiss. The rest of them just laugh.

I go to my last class, History. Mrs. Milton is my favorite teacher, but I hate the class. Grayson, some of his friends, Jessica and some of her friends have this class.

"We will be going to the natural history museum at the end of the month. I'm giving you the slips now, so no one can tell me I gave them to late." She goes up and down the rows, stopping to tell kids to stop doing something along the way.

"Did you get a field trip slip for the natural history museum?" I ask Kyra later that day, over the phone.

"Yeah, I'm going. You?"

"Of course."

"Skyler!" My mom calls.

"Coming!" I yell back. I hang up and I run down the stairs.

"I'll be back, I'm going to Duncan's house." I nod, uncaring. Duncan is her boyfriend. Ever since he got in the picture, she's forgotten about me.

I go back up stairs and I check my socials. Bad idea. Names are on everything.

'Slut.'

'Kill yourself bitch.'

'No one loves you.'

'fat pig.'

It will never stop. I go to the bathroom and I grab the box of razors, pulling out a blood stained one.

One.two.three.four new cuts appear. I'd better​ off dead. Everyone else would to. I shake suicide out of my head. I wash off the Razer and I put it back in the box, putting the box away. I peel my clothes off, and i stand under the now hot water. My body burns and turns red. My cuts hurt and I scratch the scabs.

I go to bed without eating, even though my stomach grumbles. I haven't had my period last month, and I dougt I'll have it this month. As I'm about to drift into a dark slumber, I hear my mom laughing, she probably forgot her credit card. Or maybe Duncan didn't have any condoms, so they came back here.

~Charmz <3
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