Is this love? (Beau Brooks fanfiction)

My Worst Nightmare.

WARNING: This chapter contains things like self harming, and depression. If you are going to be affected by this in any negative way do not read. Thanks:)

It's been 4 months since I moved to L.A. Since I dropped out of school I never got my diploma and a full education. Well my parents are forcing me to go back to school for my senior year. The school they signed me up for is called Savanna Eastern High School.

I start my first day tomorrow and I hope I like it. I have no friends here so it gets lonely. Especially since my parents still live in Melbourne. I went to bed early but no matter how hard I tried I could fall asleep.

*Next day*

I woke up at 5:00 am and laid in bed for about 10 minutes. I washed my hair the night before so I started to pick out my clothes. I decided to wear white skinny jeans, a black blouse, and black vans. I straightened my hair and did a nude makeup look. I ate an apple for breakfast and started to walk towards the school.

"Everything's going to be alright." Beau says while trying to calm me down. Beau is my best friend and I don't know what I'll do without him.

"I know, but I'm just really nervous."

"Well you might want to go get your schedule, ill see you after your first day of school."

Beau got into his car and drove off. As soon as I walked into the doors everyone stared at me. I knew this day was going to be good.

*Almost end of the day*

"Aw look its the ugly slut again." Some girl named Bailey said.

This girl has been saying comments to me all day. I knew she was just jealous because she had a Janoskians shirt on.

The bell rang and I got from my seat.

"Bye, skank!" Bailey yelled at me as I was getting into the car.

"Bye, bitch!" Beau yelled causing her to cry. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. I went home straight after school.

I know that I can't handle this on my own. The things Bailey said to me really got to me. I couldn't handle it anymore. I knew Beau would be disappointed but I had to. And with that I got out a sharp razor blade and went across my skin with it. After a while I wrapped up my arm and put on an old t-shirt.

I can't believe I just did that after a year of being suicidal free. What have I done?