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Unknown: Hey babe! I can't wait for tonight;)

Me: Sorry, you got the wrong number

Unknown: Babe, stop playing! or you will be punished!

Me: Bro! You got the wrong number! Now stop fucking texting me!

Unknown: And how is that going to convince me it's not you???

Me: Look here Mr. Im, not your ass girlfriend. 

Me: Either you're blind or stupid. I'm not here for your nonsense, so leave me alone.

Unknown: Wait? So you're not my girlfriend?

Me: I'm pretty sure I confirmed that I'm not your girlfriend ages ago.

Unknown: Gosh I feel stupid.

Me: You should be

Unknown: I'm sorry man...

Me: Imma girl

Unknown: whatev

Me:.....

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Gosh, that was weird and disgusting. Must have been a fuck boy, considering what he had texted me. I look back down at the knife getting closer to my wrist. I suddenly start my second thoughts again. I groan in annoyance then threw the knife at the sink. I hate it when I have seconds thoughts, it makes me not cut myself. All because of that stupid ass guy. 

"Rebi come on, you're going to be late for school!" I heard my mum shout from downstairs. I hurried to grab my books followed by chucking them in my bag carelessly. I unhooked my blue jacket from my bed and slid it on.

"What took you so long?" My mom said as she was doing her boots. "Toilet." I lied picking off the peeled paint on the door. "Took a big shit huh?" She chuckled. "Mom." I groaned rolling my eyes playfully. "Come on then." She lightly pushed me out the door. We hopped in the car, turning on the ignition. Our favorite song started to play, as we sang loudly to it. 

"I can't help it!" I scream. "She's too perfect!" My mom continued for me. We laughed the whole ride to school. I love my mom, she's the only person who supports me throughout my rough times. I sometimes wish I wouldn't just fake happiness towards her when I'm actually sad and broken inside.

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We finally reached our destination. Aka, Hell. My smile immediately turned into a frown as I saw my two bullies beating up some random guy. I never told my mom that I get bullied because I don't want her getting involved or feel bad for me. I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek before saying goodbye. As her car drove off, the feeling of anxiety filled my stomach as usual. I gulp as my bullies harshly punched the guy definitely leaving marks and bruises. I cringe watching them beat the poor guy up. I snap back to reality, quickly entering the school before any of them could lay eyes on me. 

I walked up to my locker and picked out a few books to put inside. As I was doing that someone slammed my locker door on my fingers causing me to scream in pain. I held my fingers close to me hissing in pain. A few tears escaped my eyes, the pain was unbearable. "Awe, won't you look at that? She's crying." Ethan teased. I looked up at him, with anger boiling up inside me. I suddenly got jolted up the locker as Grayson choked me. I gripped his hand trying to pry them off, obviously, I couldn't because he was much stronger than me. I try to gasp for air struggling to get out of his grip. "Go for it." He said to Ethan with a smirk plastered across his face. Ethan then punched me in the stomach hard and fast. "AHH! Please stop!" I shout shuffling around. Ethan threw more punches until Grayson finally let go of me.

I fell to the ground with bruises all over my body. I was crying uncontrollably. Wincing in pain, and trying to breathe normally. They both walked away fist-pumping each other. I coughed a few times, trying my best not to scream in pain. My stomach was very sore, and I didn't even know if I could get up and walk. I was already 10 minutes late to class. 

My body shook as I tried to get up from my position. I gripped onto the lockers for support then finally was able to properly stand up. I hopped on one foot, to the girl's toilet. I opened the door carefully so I wouldn't make my bruises hurt as much.  I splashed on some water to wash off the blood, making me wince in pain. "Retards," I muttered. I looked up in the mirror seeing a broken and hurt girl. I had dark bags under my eyes and my face looked like I woke up from a trash can. What am I saying? I always look like this. I cleaned my face with water and just stared at myself. All I could think of was, 

Why? 

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