~Shu X Reader~

Chapter 5

(Y/N P.O.V)

I couldn't take it anymore. My chest was hurting. I was trying to choke back the tears, but they just kept falling. I ran out of of the room, but I didn't get very far. As soon as I was out the door I ran into somebody. I looked up and saw that it was Shu. I didn't want to tell him about my problems especially because I feel like it's a burden on his shoulders I just stood up and walked past. Unfortunately though that was a fail because as soon as I tried to walk away Shu grabbed on to my arm so I couldn't leave.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" His words felt like they hit me in the chest. I wanted to cry again just thinking about it, but this time I stood straight and faked a smile.

"What are you talking about. I'm not crying." After saying that I slowly pulled away from his grip and walked to the girls bathroom. I looked at myself and thought that those words on my desk we're true. I looked at myself from the mirror thinking that I was too pale. My hair was frizzy. I didn't have big plumped lips. My eyelashes weren't long. I was skinny with barely any meat on my bones. Looking at myself over again I became disgusted. I hated looking at myself, I splashed some water on my face and walked out of the bathroom. I walked back to class and grabbed stuff to clean off my desk. By the time I finished class had started. The teacher started talking and I began to look out the window. I ended up not paying attention and just stared out the window.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N!!!!)" I felt myself snap back into reality as I saw that it was my teacher calling out to me. She looked at me and asked me a question. "What does X equal if X is 4x+2=10?" I simply just looked at her and sighed. I always had good grades in my classes and math was what I did best.

"X is 2." I looked at her and she seemed to smile at me. She then began to point at the chalk bored and spoke.

"Show us how you got your answer." I walked up to the chalk board picking up a piece of chalk.

"To get 2 I subtracted 2 from both sides, which got me to 4x=8. I then divided 4 from both sides and got X=2." I wrote the problem out as I was talking. I walked back to my seat and could see my teacher look at me and smiled while nodding her head in approval.

"Good job. Along with getting your answer right you we're also able to explain how you got your answer quite well." I felt grateful for the compliment and replied with a thank you to her. I went right back to staring out the window as I heard her giving the students a daily lecture about how they need to start paying attention for exams and stuff. Before I even realized the bell rang for the next class. Again for my other classes as well all I did was stare out the window, still wondering as to who had violated my desk. When the last class was over and the bell rang for lunch I grabbed my bag and walked out the door. As I was walking in the halls I could feel people staring at me again. I didn't like the feeling of it at all. I decided to just leave since lunch was my last period of the day. As I was walking home I started thinking about how today was going to go at home. I knew I had to prepare myself. As I was walking I heard my phone ringing. I grabbed my phone and saw the caller ID. It was a private number. When I picked up the caller sounded very anxious and something else I couldn't put my finger on as to what it was. The caller started to speak.

"Hello is this (Y/N)?" I became nervous myself, wondering how this person knew my name. I responded with a yes. "I'm sorry to inform you, but.... Your mother was in an accident today. And it seems that....." The person was quiet for what seemed like forever. I could feel my heart beating widely. I was hoping the words I didn't want wouldn't come out his mouth. I was hoping it was a prank call. But of course... it was real. "Your mother had passed on." I felt my heart shatter. For the thing that I had loved most was now severed from the ties she had with this world. She was no longer with me. No more nightly kisses. No more helps with my bandages. No more hugs to stop me from crying. I felt as if my world had completely crashed. I just stood there, waiting for the person to speak. "I just wanted to inform you of this. Your father told us to contact you. Well I wish you the best." I began to realize that now I was completely alone with father. I knew that I was in more trouble. I could feel myself tense you at the thought of his recklessness from him being drunk. I could feel the hurtful words hurting me like a stab in the gut. I walked home in a slower pace this time. When I finally reached the door to my house I pulled out the keys. As I walked in I saw a huge mess in the living room, I put my stuff down and started to clean up the mess. In the process I was picking up the large pieces of glass on the floor and ended up cutting myself. I winced in pain as I saw the cut on my hand was quite deep. I cleaned it up and bandaged it and proceeded with cleaning. After the living room and kitchen was done I went upstairs. I looked at the time as I saw it read 5 am. I shut off my light and went to sleep.

*BAM!*

I bolted upright as I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. I looked at my clock as it said 1 pm. Night school didn't start till 7 pm. I heard another sound of what seemed like crashing. I walked downstairs and saw father. Praying I could go back upstairs without being noticed I tiptoed up the steps....

"GET DOWNSTAIRS!" I flinched at his sudden yelling. I walked downstairs and saw that he was drunk. "I can't believe I have to deal with you. A child nobody wants, if only you we're never born that way I could live the life I want." His words once again feeling like I was being pierced by a cold blade. I looked down at my feet feeling ashamed. I felt my confidence becoming demolished by his words. I was soon slapped to reality, literally. I stumbled and fell backwards. "GO CLEAN UP THE KITCHEN YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" I ran to the kitchen and saw a huge mess displayed before me. I could hear him walking to his room and slam the door shut. The cleaning took me about 2 or 3 hours.

There was glass everywhere again, the pots and pans we're all over the place. Leftovers spread across the floor. Alcohol on the rugs making it stink. I was exhausted from the cleaning and just wanted to take a nap until I saw that the time was 6 pm. I rushed to take a shower and get ready and ran out the house to the school. 

The hallways was filled with the noises of people walking in it. People staring and whispers was heard as I would walk by. I just walked by as if I didn't care, but deep down it was bringing me down making me feel vulnerable. My class was just a couple more feet away. I picked up my pace to get to my class. When I walked in I noticed my desk was destroyed. It looked like someone chopped it with an ax. I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder, turning around I noticed that it was my teacher.

"You should go home. We'll find out who is doing this." Nodding my head I left out the school. I ran inside my house knowing that my father was out at work. I ran to the bathroom and began to search. I looked and finally found one. I went into my room and sat down. Tears started streaming down my face. I couldn't handle it anymore. My vision started to blur as I started slitting my wrist. One by one the cuts getting deeper, I couldn't even keep count. I eventually stopped and looked at my bleeding arms and suddenly I was hit with blurry vision again. I realized that the cuts we're bleeding a lot. I could feel the pain rushing through now and it was stinging badly. I looked and found some bandages and cleaned up the cuts. Then I wrapped them in the bandage and went to my room. 

I plopped myself down on my bed and quickly fell asleep. I soon woke up again but this time I saw that it was the next day and it was 5 pm. I had basically slept a whole day. While I was walking downstairs I realized it was the same as it was yesterday. Everything looked like it wasn't touched, so I figured that father didn't come back home last night. After getting ready for school I walked out the door and walked to school. The whole time walking I was just listening to music. After reaching the school I walked inside and started roaming the halls. It only seemed like 30 minutes until the bell rang for school. As I was walking to class I felt like it was getting more hot. I lifted up my sleeves and began walking to class. Once again I felt people turning their heads towards me. When I walked into class I saw everyone's attention was on me. I didn't know why until it finally hit me. I had bandages wrapped around my arms and my sleeves we're up.

"Those are probably fake. You're probably only doing it for the attention. That's so low." It now seemed like my whole class was against me. Again someone spoke but it was a different person.

"Take them off. We already know they're fake." I felt someone grab me by my arm tightly. I winced in pain. Soon someone else grabbed my other arm and was clawing at the bandage. After about 5 minutes my bandages we're ripped off by them and the stinging feeling was back but this time, by tenfold. I just stood there as I saw them look at me in horror, their gazes mainly focusing on my cuts. I could hear a couple people mumbling sorry. Before I could say anything I noticed my vision darken, my body slowly feeling limp and right before I could hit the floor I landed on a pair of arms and spotted a familiar person.

"I should have been here sooner. Why is it that I always come at the wrong time. I knew something was up since you haven't been coming to the music room. I'm sorry (Y/N)." I could recognize the voice and muttered to the person who had caught me before I could have hit the floor.

"Shu."