Niall, outgoing, star football player, and very handsome.
Molly, quiet, shy, nobody, glasses freckles, freak.
Molly had two classes with Niall, History, and biology.
Niall knew her name, and saw how everyone treated her.
Molly was bullied, scars on her wrists and thighs, and on her heart.
Niall was strong, kind and forgiving.
Molly was sad, she cried a lot and didn't have any friends.
Niall fell in love with her when she was walking down the hall one day. Her books were thrown to the ground and he helped to pick them up.
That day, Niall learned the color of her eyes, the soft way she spoke, and the freckles under her eyes behind the thick glasses she always wore.
Molly didn't know that Niall always looked at her.
Molly didn't know that Niall dreamed of asking her to be his girlfriend.
But Niall was afraid. He was afraid that before his senior year ended, he wouldn't be able to ask her out.
Niall lived the way that she would sketch on her paper instead of listening in history.
He loved the way she stared out the window in biology.
And he loved that she never showed weakness at school.
The one day Niall learned her secret, was the worst day of his life.
Her hand reached out to take a handout from him, and her long sleeve shirt came up on her arm.
Small white scars peaked through and he saw. She covered them and looked away.
He walked back to his seat that day. He didn't know what to do.
He knew though, that they were because of his so called next friends.
He vowed to himself that after school, he would hurt them the same way that they hurt Molly.
The last bell rang, the kids filed to their cars and Niall saw Molly getting into an old, beat up station wagon with peeling paint.
Niall found his friends and pushed them up against the wall.
He yelled at them, cursing at them and hitting them.
Niall went to his car, his fists bloody, and he traveled to Molly's home; an old house, in an unsafe neighborhood.
He knocked on the door and a withered old, mean looking lady answered.
He told her what he wanted, needed to do. See Molly.
She let him in, telling him that Molly was in her room.
Niall ran to the door that was open part way. Inside was a note.
Dear everyone,
I'm so sorry for all the space that I take up, all the things that I have done wrong, and for being to ugly to look at.
Sincerely,
Molly
He realized all to late what this was. He ran into the bathroom and saw Molly in the bathtub, blade in hand, blood on wrists, and tears on cheeks.
He fell to his knees, silent, motionless.
His hidden love for her screamed her name as he shook her, holding her close. tears streamed down his cheeks and he yelled, wishing desperately that he would have just come sooner.
