Hijacked.

Against the tide.

I sped off to Dylan's mansion and rang the doorbell like a crazy person.

"Calm down An!" Dylan said.

"I can't!"

"What made you so angry?"

"Who else? His royal poopyhead, Kyle"

Dylan laughed and said "What happened?"

"I got sick off his crap." I said then went into details. Dylan hugged me and told me all would be fine.

"How can it possibly be fine? My life is probably ruined."

"No it's not, you own that thing you call foundation. Or is it concealer?"

"Ohmygoodness! Dylan you're a genius." I screamed.

I checked my timeline and saw the dreaded tweet. He had told my secret. I cried, I was mad at myself for starting all this. Dylan reassured me that all would be fine. I was about to leave when Dylan offered to come along. I was glad, I couldn't be alone tonight because I couldn't apply concealer to fresh cuts.

I adjusted my brown tank top and checked out my wrists. I had streaked on concealer, foundation and powder over my cuts. I wore dark Chanel glasses and swung my Birkin bag over my shoulder.

I walked down the hallways ignoring everyone who stared. I waved at people who said hi to ensure they saw my wrists. Cookie ran over to me, I rolled my eyes but thankfully they were hidden behind my Chanel screens.

"What is this rumour about you cutting?" she said and showed me her phone screen.

I shrugged and continued arranging my books in my locker.

"Don't ignore me." she commanded.

"Darling, I don't have time for this. Catch me later. Okay?" I said.

I strutted off to chemisry class and settled at the front row. Dylan slipped into the seat beside me and waved. I smiled at him.

"Young lady, no sunglasses in class" Mrs. Gairu's face said but I ignored her.

I listened to the rest of the class and rushed off to the bathroom before anyone could come and ask any questions. I re-applied the concealer and foundation.

My phone buzzed.

D: 'How are you handling it?'

A: 'I'm ignoring everyone. Thank God for these sunglasses.'

D: 'Lol. Hang in there. I'll be waiting to take you home.'

A: 'I don't want to stay another second in this school.'

I slipped my phone back in my bag and left the toilet. As I walked out of the bathroom I saw Kyle walking my way.

"How brave. You showed up -and you wore a tank top." he said clapping.

I felt like reaching out and slapping him but thank God for sweet Jesus who helped me with my self-control. I was about to walk away then he put his arm in front of me. I stood there with a bored look on my face.

"I pray that The Lord helps you. It's evident that you need help." I said.

"Oh, you're a Christian now?"

"Yes. And I know my scars don't define me, Jesus does. So you can hurry along now."

He pulled out a tape recorder and smiled. "Thanks for that," he said.

"What is your problem? Nothing you do now can hurt me I'm not defined by my past." I said.

He simply walked off smiling. I pulled out my phone and texted Dylan.

A: 'Pray for Kyle'

I returned my phone and completed the rest of the classes on my timetable.

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I walked into school the next morning knowing that an account called @SucidewatchAnnie had been created. I followed it to confuse people. They tweeted '@QueenA follows us too, I guess she wants to know when the time is right to kill herself'. I ignored it, I was strong, I couldn't be bullied and the bully knew it too. I had more than half of the schools's population in my palms. I tweeted.

@QueenA: 'The Lord is my keeper and strength, he would not let my foot be moved.'

"Annie, you're better than them and I'm so happy that you're keeping your head up." Dylan said.

"Thanks for staying over last night. Watching PitchPerfect with you made my night."

"Again" he said and we both laughed.

I was about to check my phone when Dylan snatched it and shook his head.

"Stop. You know I need that." I said.

"No. You can't keep checking what they're saying."

"How am I to text you?"

"We could speak like normal people did back in the days"

"I'm buying a new one." I said starting to walk away.

Dylan held my shoulders softly and convinced me not to. I groaned and rolled my eyes. Before Dylan snatched my phone I saw a tweet from @SucidewatchAnnie with a link to a tape recording of the conversation I had with Kyle -no wonder Sarah-the-saint smiled at me a lot more now. I wasn't bothered. I was above Kyle anyways. 'No, God doesn't like people to think more highly of themselves than others' I reminded myself and hit my head. This awarded me a strange look from Dylan.

I walked into the lunch hall and it seemed like everyone was waiting for me. I walked to my table and sat down.

"Suicide watch! Suicide watch!" Kyle shouted.

"Why don't you back off?" Sarah said.

"Yeah!" Dylan screamed

. "I concur" I added in a tone as sweet as peach tea.

"Why don't you tell everyone the truth?" he continued.

"What? That you're a jerk?" I said.

The crowd roared.

"No. Why you did it. If you did it. Stop ignoring it and face it." he shouted.

I took off my Chanel jacket and stood to address the crowd. I could see all of them perk up like little puppies waiting for a treat.