I walked off the bus with my bff Ari, shes a small girl, blue eyes, she wouldn't hurt a fly. I saw Lisa coming behind me, before I knew it I was slammed to the ground, shreaking pain bolted through my body, I couldn't breath, I knew Lisa had done it. I had to get up, or she was going to start hurting me more, I tried getting up but I felt another sharp pain in my rib. I couldn't breath again, I didn't want to. It hurt so bad. "Are you going to go home and cry to your cunt of a mother you little baby" Lisa yelled into my face, I couldn't help it anymore, somthing exploded in me. All I saw was red, I wanted to murder her! She was such a twat, thoughts filled in my head, my body started moving.
Before I knew it I was ontop of Lisa punching her as hard as I could, leaving red marks on her face, her nose was bleeding, I wanted her to feel the pain she put us through, I wanted to make her suffer. Am I sick for thinking this? The thought burst through my mind.
I backed up looking at her limp body, there was blood everywhere. I backed up into Ari, she caught me as I fell into darkness.
I woke up in the hospital. I didn't have much memory of what happened, but I know I was in deep shit. Out of the coner of my eye I saw Ari, she had blood shot eyes, and was twittling her thumb, she looked like she was deep in a thought. "Ari?" I whispered. Her head shot up and she ran over to me. "OH MY GOD. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD." She yelled, not realizing how much that hurt my ears. "Sorry." She whispered chuckling.
I felt really depressed, about school, about Lisa, Rachel, what they might do to Ari, I'm staying home from school tomorrow, I can't deal with the punishments.
*Five hours later.*
I got out of the shower and put my PJ'S on, and brushed my teeth. My nose really hurt, as well as my rib. I got into bed and soon driffed into a deep sleep.
Ari was on the ground holding her stomach well everyone kicked her, she begged for help but I couldn't help, I froze, I wanted to help her, I started crying, I felt her pain, why were they doing this? Why wasn't I helping? This was wrong! It was all wrong, why am I not helping!
I shot out of bed crying. I convinced myself it was just a dream even though it seemed so real. I drifted back to sleep.
The next morning was the usual, but I felt so depressed, I wanted to go to school but I didn't at the same time. I turned the tv on around 2:44 pm,
*News flash.*
Now in, 14 year old girl beat by school bullies, named 'Rachel Gibson, And Lisa Veddie.' Pictures not shown, but Ariana Fallon is in critical condition. She could die. Amy Brown, goodnight.
I burst into tears. My best friend, is going to die. And it was all my fault.. I walked into the bathroom and locked it. I pulled a box down from the shelf and opened it, I pulled out a sharp razor. I slid down the wall crying. Putting the cold razor on my soft skin, I slid it down, making a gash, it bled, alot. That wasn't enough, I needed to hurt more. I felt a wave of anger, I start slashing again, dark glossy blood came out of my wounds, my arm was numb, I couldn't feel it anymore. My mascara was running down my face, tears dropped, blood dropped, I was a mess.
I started running hot water in the tub, I stripped and stepped in, it was so painful, I layed in the tub for a while, the blood finally stopped. But the pain didn't. I got up and put my clothes on, careful not to let the cuts touch. I put on my sweat shirt and headed down to the hospital.
