I'm (Not) Fine

I'm Not Okay

Jacks POV

I got pushed into a locker. It hurt so much. I saw my beanie fly off my head. It hit the floor.

I looked Bryce in the eyes. I felt tears threaten to fall. "Awe is the emo piece of shit gunna cry?" He mocked.

I looked at him, destroying my papers, which were all over the floor now. I saw people recording my misery.

He picked me up by my shirt. I started to shake, causing him to laugh devilishly.

"Is the prick shaking?" It wasn't really a question. Of course I was shaking. What would he do if he was in my shoes?!?

I looked into his, cold, dark, eyes, that show no mercy. Then I felt a gust of wind, then a pressure in my stomach.

I fell to the floor, gagging. He kicked me multiple times in the stomach. I felt a burning liquid coming out of my mouth. It was blood. All I saw was a big blurry mess.

The kids started laughing.

I got up and ran. Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop.

It was the end of the school day anyway.

I ran around, trying to lose him. When I finally did, I ran all the way home.

I opened the door to my house. I saw my ma watching a video in horror. I saw what was on the screen. Me getting beat up.

She was at the part where I barfed blood.

She turned to me in horror. "Jack, how? what? when?" She stuttered out. "Please, go wait in your room till your dad comes home."

I nodded and walked up the stairs to my room.

Broken

Depressed

Pointless

Done

All these words described my life.

It's over. I'm done. Everyone hates me. Even I hate me. Why? Oh yeah because I'm worthless. Yeah that's it, I'm worthless.

I guess no one cares. I don't even care. Guess that proves it.

I sat on my bad with tears in my eyes. I heard footsteps coming up to my room. I quickly wiped away my tears.

My dad came in slowly and gently. He is a sweet man. He loved my ma so dearly. I wish I had something like that.

"Hey jack, how ya holding up?" He smiled. I smiled back but it quickly faded.

"I'm fine." He sighed. "Jack, this might be sudden but we are moving. I got a job in L.A. It pays more than we get. We can finally pay for your medication."

He said cheerfully. I smiled and ran up to them, tackling them in a hug. Tears of joy came down my face. "T-thank you s-so much."

They hugged me happily. Finally, a new start.