Fallen Angel {Shawn Mendes}

Prologue

~Alexis's POV~

Hi, my name's Alexis Harmony, Alex for short. I'm the age of 15. Along with hundreds, maybe even million's, of other girls I am apart of the Magcon family. I love all of them but Shawn Mendes melts my heart. As a late birthday present from my older sister, I got tickets to see them. Meet them. Hold them.

My heart started to race as I got ready for school. It's not like I can tell anyone about it, I have no friends to share my excitement with, I'm not exactly everyones's favorite person, sadly I suppose.

I got dressed and made sure I didn't look too bad, I don't want to give them another reason to tease me. sometimes it's bad, and sometimes I'm invisible, I like those days a lot more than when people don't notice me, I like being unnoticed, most of the time...

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First thing in the morning, and I can already feel everyone staring at me, all eyes on me, not a very good feeling, at all and if I were to say I hated it, that would definitely be an understatement. The stares aren't good, they never are. I think they want to push me around, beat me up. Maybe even take my life, I wouldn't mind if they did. The only reason I'm not dead yet is because I don't want to hurt my family, cliche time, they're the most important people in my life. They are honest to God, one of the only reasons I'm still here, along with the Magcon boys.

The day drags on a few comments here, a few comments there. Nothing that I'm not used to. Honestly, they usually say a lot worse, except today there's a twist; today is a bad day surprisingly, even though I leave today after school, it just feels like a terrible day..

"Alexis, why don't you just go kill yourself already? No one would even notice!" Margret says.

"Yeah. Everyone hates you anyhow!" One if her minions taunt. "We can all see those scars on your wrist, you know?"

I just walk away as fast as I could. Trying my hardest not to cry, but it's too late, I am. I bump into someone I was already crying, so I didn't look up, I just apologized and walk away faster this time. pulling my sleeves down as far as they can go. This can't be happening. This can't...

There's only a few more periods of school, what the hell, I'm just gonna skip them. I need to pack anyway. I ran out of the school, hiding my face from all of the cameras, I don't understand what my logic is right now, they're gonna know I wasn't in the last few periods anyway. Well at least summer starts tomorrow anyway.

As I got home, makeup smeared on my face, and puffy eyes, I opened the door. I didn't expect any one to be home. But of course there was. Just my luck. It was my mom and the boy she babysits from time-to-time for our neighbors, I believe anyway. You could hear my mom singing along to some song on the radio in the kitchen and you could hear the boys grunts because he was losing at his video games, or whatever he was doing in the dining-room.

"Alex, is that you? What are you doing home?" My moms voice asked, music volume getting turned down almost instantly.

"Oh, uh early out day. Sorry I forgot to tell you." I said back, biting my lip, hoping she would take the lie, sure enough she did, and the next thing you know, my moms head peaks around the corner to the door.

"Why were you crying? Your eyes are all puffy and your makeup is smeared!" Moms voice said full of her motherly-tone.

"I fell. I'm fine. I have to go pack for Magcon." I said walking up the stares, hoping she wouldn't push anymore.

(A/N: Slight trigger warning up ahead, involvong self-harm, continue at your own risk!!)

I shut my door and locked it, and slowly slid down the back of the door and cried harder, and quieter than ever before. Once I was done crying, I got up and my head was pounding from crying so much. I walked over to my night stand and pulled out a lock-box that contained at least a dozen blades. I picked one at random and slid it across my skin and it bled. The release felt amazing. I forgot how much I enjoyed it. Before tonight, I was about Sixteen days clean, I wanted to be cut-free when I met the boys, after all, who would want to be that girl with fresh cuts all along her arms. Welp, looks like I am that girl. Oh well, I'll just try and hide them with everything in me.