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Suicide Thoughts

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Jack's POV

I can feel their eyes just burning themselves into my skin. Shifting in my seat, uncomfortable with all the attention I drew. They slowly approach me and I start backing up into the wall. Mark's 'buddies' stop in their tracts and split in the middle in perfect union. Mark walks in the middle closer towards me.  Ethan is sitting across from me, too zoned in his phone to notice, let alone care. What the fuck, Ethan, I complained, like do you not see that there's an issue. 

To late.

Mark already slammed his hand on the table.  Ethan's music was to loud so he didn't notice what was going on. I flinched when Mark slammed his hand on the table. I shift in my seat, trying to avoid eye contact with anybody. Having no where else to look, I stared at the floor. Mark growled from my rejection of giving him want he wants. Fear. He wants to see fear in me. In my eyes.  "Well, hello to you too," he finally spoke. I turn my head still rejecting to give him what he wants. "Ignoring me is not gonna help your case," He warned. Those words were enough to send a cold shiver down my back.

My eyes widen when I feel an unholy presence behind me. I shift, again, in my seat hoping to put some distance between us.  Unfortunately, they scooted closer, invading my personal area. I finally snap my head around only to find Mark behind me. I back the rest of the way to the wall leaving a giant space between us. Mark laughs then scoots the rest of the way in so he fit on the seat. "Thanks," he says after he finished laughing. I roll my eyes and lean against the wall.

The waiter came to take our order, but then notice the situation and left. Mark smirked and leaned over my shoulder. I got startled and my hands went up then punched Mark's face. "Oh my fucking God," I said quickly hoping he would beat the living shit out of me, "I'm so, so sorry." He lifted his head slowly, laughing like a maniac, "Oh, it's fine." He lifted his head and he had a bloody nose. Damn Daniel, I didn't think I was that strong, unless his nose was his weak spot.

I stared in fear and shock at his bloody nose. He slams his hand around my neck against the wall. I wrap my hands around his struggling for air. I can feel my neck begin to get swollen. My vision starts to get hazy. That's when Ethan decided to look up and notice the scene. He gasp and decides to flee the situation and dashes out the door. Thanks, so fucking much Ethan, I sarcastically and mentally thank Ethan.

Mark smirks and decides to let go around my neck, giving me access to breath. I cough for a few minutes now having the ability to breath with a sore, swollen throat. It wasn't long before he made his first move and swung at my face. Luckily, I dodged the first punch, but the second I wasn't so lucky.  His fist hit my cheek bone an left a bruise. My head went with his fist and slammed onto the table, making my vision go black.

All I could see was darkness. Everywhere I looked. Darkness. Everywhere I turned. Darkness.
I'm falling in a bottomless pit. No way out. No way to escape. No light. No day. Just darkness. Slowly drowning while darkness takes over.

A chill gush of wind brushes on my face, hearing footsteps entering and leaving the building.  Muffled whispers all over the area, about me and my helpless body.  Suddenly feel weightless for a split second.  I'm getting smacked in the face with gushes of air flying at me.  I gain cautiousness a little at a time.  Unfortunately, my vision is still hazy and blurry. 

My lifeless body was laid helplessly in the nurses office.  My body, full of bruises, cuts, and scars, aches.  Every bone hurts.  My skin is freezing cold, and I mentally shiver. (Me: Tbh, idek if that's possible! XD) The nurse walks in with her high ass heels, and her clipboard.  She inspects me, jots down notes, inspects me, jots down notes, inspects me, etc.  She finally finishes examining me, and walks out.  She comes back with a whole lot of bandages. The nurse genitally begins to wrap me arms and legs.  Her fingers are cold, yet warm.  

For some reason, every teacher loves me.  That's one of the nicknames people call me, teacher's pet.  I hate being the teachers pet, but I love it too. The teachers are so loving and sweet, well, at least to me.  They worry about me a lot, but they shouldn't.  

You see, I've been having suicide thoughts.  Why have I been having suicide thoughts?  Because, I've being abused. I'm being bullied.  Nobody gives and shits about me, even if I were to get shot, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM! I can't handle it anymore.  I can't bare with it anymore.  The pain I've been granted is murdering me.  I'm drowning in silent screams, flooding tears, hidden scars. My suffering is apparently not enough to entertain the world.

My silent screams can't be heard.  They can't be heard cause nobody cares. My flooding tears drown me to the point where I can't even see the surface above.  My hidden scars are never to be seen.  I don't need people worrying about me.  I don't need more attention. I don't need people talking about me, behind my back.  I don't need new nicknames, 'attention seeker', 'week boy', etc.  I don't need people befriending me.  Feeling unwanted is beyond enough already.  I don't need people finding out about my personal life.  Behind the scenes are horrifying.  I don't need  people blackmailing me because of the 'behind the scenes'. 

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Hey!!!

I hope you liked/loved this chapter! I'm extremely sorry I haven't updated in a long time.  I went to a retreat for the weekend and I apologize for not updating before I went.  I'M SORRY!!!!!

Anyways, as always, I will see all you dudes, in the next chapter, 

BUH-BYE!!!!!!