17 years later
I go to high school now, there are these guys that non-stop bother me and even sometimes beat me up. This group is known as Hollywood Undead, the members of these assholes are Danny, Da Kurlzz (Matthew), Johnny 3 Tears (George), J-Dog (Jorel), Funnyman (Dylan), Charlie Scene (Jordan). These guys just can't go one day without torturing me on top of that I have an alchohlic and abusive father. This world is just fucking cruel when will it all end, what the fuck did I even do that caused such things to happen to me? The question didn't leave my head, it was that one question that had angered me so much.
I was laying in bed not wanting to do anything, not wanting to deal with any shit today but it's pretty hard to avoid. I quickly got up and looked at myself in the mirror, I sighed and kept looking at myself naming every flaw I had. I threw on a T-Shirt, a flannel wrapped around my waist, and a leather jacket that stopped above my waist and some black converse to go with my clothes . I looked at myself in the mirror one more time before I left to make sure I looked at least half decent. I ran a hand through my (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) and left the house. Before I had left I looked over at the couch and saw my father, it sent shivers down my spine seeing all of the beer bottles surrounding him. I looked at him sadly before I left, I threw on my bag before leaving the house.
I shut the door and started walking up the block to that horrible fucking place I call school. I am hoping that they are not by the front door this morning, oh who the fuck am I kidding there always fucking there. God dammit speak of the devil as soon as I walked towards the front of the school there they fucking were. I sighed as a single tear fell down my cheek, I tried to be sneaky as I possibly can and walk pass them but that obviously didn't work. I felt someone grab and lift me up by the collar of my jacket, I was face to face with the person. I sighed god dammit George, I looked down at the ground avoiding any possible eye contact. I heard someone talk "Fucking look at me bitch." I was still looking at the ground ignoring the person's request. That was until I was thrown onto the ground.
That fucking hurt I looked up and saw Jordan "Maybe you should listen next time." I rolled my eyes at him and mumbled something. That was until I was lifted off of the ground again but this time by Jordan "I'm sorry what the fuck did you say to me you fucking bitch." I just looked at him with fear in my eyes not knowing what to say he looked at me and smirked he placed me on the ground and punched me in the stomach. I held my stomach and groaned "Fuck." I said quietly I was pushed against the wall by Jorel "Hey here's a tip, maybe you should listen to us instead of being a little bitch." I looked at the ground and said "Maybe you should brush your teeth before you breath in my fucking face." I said quietly but he heard me and looked at me very angrily
He kicked my legs so I fell onto the ground, they started the kick and punch the living hell out of me. I was raised to my feet and punched in the face over, and over, and over... I fell to the ground not wanting to move from the amount of pain I felt. I heard them all laugh and one by one they all left. I looked up making eye contact with Matthew and Danny "What the fuck do you two want?" They looked at me and walked away, The fuck was that as I got up from the ground I had to get to class before I was late. All of my classes were at least with one of them in each class, oh and they sat next to me. I was walking to my first period class Math, in this class I was in the middle between George and Dylan. I walked into my first period class and into my seat, George and Dylan weren't here yet so I put my head down and pretended to fall asleep. This was something I did often to avoid them from bothering me, I heard two people walk in and took their seats next to me. I was guessing George and Dylan were here I continued to keep my head down until the teacher said
"Ms. (Y/L/N) could you please pay attention in class." I groaned and heard two people snickering next to me. Fucking assholes, the teacher was handing us our tests back. I honestly didn't give a shit if I failed a test or not but I almost never fail for some strange reason, I flipped my test over and saw a B+. I didn't care just as long as I got a better score than tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum over here, I looked over at Dylan's test and saw a B- then I looked over at George's test and saw a C+. I smirked satisfied, I took out my sketchbook and started sketching something random. In the corner I saw an amused Dylan looking at me sketch, that's weird usually he would comment something rude about my drawing, well I just kept doing what I was doing.
A/N I hope you guys liked this chapter, I'm trying to make my chapters longer because there aren't many stories like this so if you guys like this story I'll try my best and make the stories long. Thanks for reading
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Lost (A Bullied by Hollywood Undead Fan Fic)
De Todo(Y/N) was an abused child, and to top it off she was bullied by 6 people their group name was known as Hollywood Undead. She tries to find paths to get away from the pain but it just ends up the same, she always ends up at the same path Lost....
