"For Me" a Jared Kleinman x Reader story

Him...

             You walked into the school around fifth period. You had just gone  outside for a cigarette with Connor. He had already walked to class a few minutes ago, You were headed to your locker when all of a sudden...BAM. Jared came out of no where and slammed you into the cold stone wall. You hit your head and almost blacked out.

"Where do you think you're going punk?!" Jared spat at you. 

You avoided making eye contact with him and just looked down, hanging your head.

Jared violently slammed your head into the wall again. "I just asked you a question and I want an answer," Jared growled at you. 

You winced. "Sometimes you don't get what you want." You scoffed back at him. you looked him in the eye with a stone cold gaze.

He kicked you in the stomach. "You are going to give me an answer smart ass." He glared daggers at you.

You were unable to double over in pain because he was still pressing you against the wall. You winced again. "I was going to my locker, I'm going home to escape the bastards like you." You growled and shot your stare up to his eyes.

"What did you just say about me?" He snarled in a low, angry voice. He punched you straight in the jaw. You had to spit out blood from the impact his fist left on your jaw. You winced and hung your head. You looked up at him with hurt eyes. 

"Satisfied?" You weakly growled at him.

"Not yet." He remarked and smirked, he turned around and started walking down the hallway. He felt like he could break down into tears. He didn't like seeing you like this. He only did this to stay popular and he knew he had messed things up far from the point of being fixed on the first day. He didn't look back at you. He didn't want to see what he had done . He shivered and walked back to class.

You limped over to your locker in tears. You grabbed your things and rushed home. You threw your stuff into the bedroom that no one shared anymore. Your dad and mom had both left you at the age of 15 when you first went into high school. You walked into the bathroom. 

You heard voices in your head.

"End it here."

"You are worthless."

"This'll end your suffering."

"You aren't good enough for this world."

you took the razor and made a few clean cuts down your wrist. You winced but you were used to it by now. you washed your arm in the sink and put the razor down next to it. You had started doing this about a year ago, a year after you started doing drugs. You started convincing yourself that you were worthless and don't deserve to live. You started convincing yourself things Jared  had told you. You finished washing your arm and went into your room, you laid down in your bed and let a few tears slip. It's been three years since he became like this. Yet you still wondered, what happened to him...