you're not alone, you're with me *~being edited~*

chapter five

harlem: so lets update ooh

Austin was looking down at me when i realized i was in his arms and he finally let go after what felt like forever. I backed away from him quickly, bumping into the desk behind me and i looked down at my feet trying to hold in my feelings from gushing out all over everything. Austin rubbed the back of his neck, making his muscles noticable, and he smiled at me. "h-hey take it easy man i'm not going to hurt you or anything!" his voice seemed higher pitch for his height/ and tattoos. I wanted to look up and tell him that it was my fault for not looking at my shoes before trying to walk away and that he was the cutest boy i've ever met in this shitty town but of course, i didn't have the balls to embarress myself again so i nodded to him and walked away quickly. i felt my shoelace hit my ankle as i went up the stairs to the left of us so quickly i thought i would trip up them again. i did. my chin hit the 5th step with a loud sMACK and i felt blood drip down onto my shirt, also dripping on the stairs. everyone stopped instantly and stared at me like vultures over a freshly killed animal, all their eyes staring into my soul like daggers. i was debating on weither i wanted to take out one of my switch blades and slit everyone's throat or just my own throat in front of them to make them feel like shit for staring at me. a tall, tan boy with blonde hair held his hand out to me and i noticed his dirty finger nails "hey dude you alright?" he said really loudly, making everyone whisper to their friends, and when i looked up he was laughing with his other friend with his hand still out. i stood up quickly and pulled my shirt up over my chin exposing my stomach slightly, then continued up the stairs to my locker. the tall guy who wanted to help me up muttered "faggot" to his friend and followed me into the bathroom. "hey, emo kid, where you goin'? i was just going to help you up. like really dude, what the fuck?" his voice made me want to turn around and punch him in the throat but instead i grabbed a few paper towels and started cleaning up my chin and neck. "hello? are you fucking deaf? i was trying to-" i threw my bloody towel at him, hoping he would shut up but instead he took a few steps in front of me until he had me pinned up against the wall by my shirt. "listen here you fucking pig" his tone changed from sarcastic to stone cold murderer. as he went on, spitting in my face as he threatened to kill me, his other two friends pulled him off of me then quickly left the bathroom before anyone heared his yelling. i slid to the ground slowly, letting out a sigh of relief /terror, taking off my backpack and angrily threw it towards the garbage can by the door. all i wanted was to stay home, convince my mom to let me take online schooling and keep away from these people but nO, i'm sitting here on the bathroom floor with a bloody chin and fear coursing through my veins. suddenly, someone came into the bathroom and i stood up swiftly, smacking the back of my head on a sink. "frick!" i yelled out loud and looked at my chin in the huge bathroom mirror, not noticing that Austin was now in the bathroom with me. He glanced over at me then leaned down, picking up my backpack and nudged my shoulder with it. "hey, y-you dropped this"

"o-oh.. um... t-t-thanks.." i muttered, awkwardly grabbing the backpack and turning on the sink next to Austin to clean off my dried up blood from my neck. He turned on his sink also, looked in the mirror and his eyes grew wide when he noticed my chin.

"h-hey whoa are you alright? Did Bryan hit you?!" his concerned voice echoed in the empty bathroom.

I looked over at him, avoiding eye contact completely, and shook my head as i tried to fix my hair from being shoved into the wall. "n-n-no.. i-i fell u-up the s-s-s-stairs...." i mumbled and slid on my backpack strap, trying to show Austin that i wanted to leave soon. He simply nodded to me, checked himself out in the mirror and turned towards me with his hand out

"Well. If Bryan ever gives you trouble, just come find me! alright?" he smirked at me and laughed a little bit. At first i thought he was kidding about the handshake but i finally shook his hand slowly, causing me to notice his hand/finger tattoos. "y-yeah sure..." i forced myself to smirk a little bit for him so he couldn't sense my fear. Austin let go of my hand slowly and i noticed his cheeks turned pink as heck. "I-i'll see you later then.." he turned around quickly and walked out of the bathroom. Letting out another sigh of relief, i looked at my chin closer in the mirror to make sure it wasn't bleeding still. i checked my phone for the time and pushed open the bathroom with my foot. by the time i was half way down the hall, bryan pushed me into a wall of lockers.

harlem: ooh that ending though um. bryan is a dick but ooh maybe he likes ethan oOH um. yeah parasites tho bye