Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Surprise Visits

Skylar's P.O.V.

It's nearing the end of fourth period, and I'm counting down the minutes until lunch.

Unfortunately, after Grayson and I had our little talk, I had to go back to class. But I'm glad he took me out for at least a little while.

There was only six more minutes until the school bell rings, thank god. I've grown to love that beautiful sound, it's the only noise that-with permission-releases me from this seven hour hell.

The teacher, Mr. Riley, is currently droning on about some guy who fought in some War in some place.

Real specific... I know.

I've always hated this class, mostly because lunch comes next. I don't mind it as much anymore since I have more friends to sit and chat with. But I still try to avoid eating.

I know I should eat, but I just can't force myself to. It doesn't help that whenever I zone out in this class, it's as if I'm being taunted by the lunch period that's yet to come.

Almost time... You ready to eat some cafeteria food? Might as well, it's not like you can get any fatter.

I blink harshly and clear my throat, trying to rid of the cruel thoughts, but to no avail.

I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I took that last step yesterday. I was so close.

But I hesitated. I stopped and waited to hear what the others bad to say. Which in any other case, would be considered polite. Sadly... This isn't any other case. This was a full blown suicide attempt.

After yesterday, my head was filled with 'almosts'. I almost jumped, I almost died, I almost gave up.

I almost lost the battle.

The battle that no one should ever have to fight through by themselves. The battle where you could have the greatest army in the world, and still feel alone.

The battle that I would have lost yesterday if it weren't for the others.

In all honesty, I feel ashamed as hell. But I'm also glad that it happened. It was a real eye opener, and it proved how much Grayson, Uncle Tony, and my friends truly care about me.

Maybe I'm not alone after all...

The bell rings, indicating the end of class. I sigh in relief while gathering my books and standing up to leave.

I let out a long breath as I walk out of the classroom, stepping into the hallway. I slowly make my way to end of the hall where my locker is, planning to drop off my books before heading to the bleachers.

I turn the dial on my lock slowly, making sure I don't miss any of the numbers along the way.

Left... Right... Left... Click!

I pull the metal door open and place my books inside, careful not to drop any papers.

I really need to clean this stupid locker...

I sigh and slam my locker shut.

Maybe tomorrow.

The now-empty halls echo with footsteps as I carelessly stroll across the school.

Maybe things are actually looking up for me now...

"There's the little slut. You're even fatter than before, have you been eating?" A feel voice says behind me.

No. Hell no. This isn't actually happening, just ignore it and keep walking.

"Yeah bitch, I'm talking to you. I know, it's rare to have a guy speak to you. But it's happening."