not that perfect; wyatt oleff x reader

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TRIGGER WARNING

I wake up and look at my alarm clock. I'm still in the clothes that I wore yesterday. It read '6:28'. "Forget it I'm not going to school." I say going back to bed.

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"Y/n! Wake up! You're going to be late!" My mother says, walking into my room. "I'm not going." I say. "What? You have to go, you can't miss any work! Go get dressed now!" My mother says angrily. I ignore her and close my eyes. "Y/n l/n you know your father will be angry if you don't go! Now get up!" She yells. "Fine." I say groaning. I get dressed and leave the house.

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I walk into class, causing everyone to turn their head towards me. "You're late Miss l/n." My teacher says. "Well duh." I say taking a seat. She widens her eyes at me. I'm not usually like this. Iris and Millie glare at me. I look away. "What's up with you?" Sadie asks. I ignore her. She turns around. After staring at my desk the whole class time, it's finally lunch. I sit at a table alone, not eating anything. I rest my head on the table and softly cry.

"Slut." Jack, a very popular boy says walking by me. I cry even more. What did I do to deserve this?

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School was awful. I constantly got called a slut, whore, hoe, and many other words. I couldn't take it anymore. I lock myself in my bathroom, and sit down on the floor. I let my tears fall to the ground, and soak my clothes. I grabbed my razor, and take the blade out. I slide it across my wrist, wincing in pain. I cry out loud as the blood drips to the floor. Nobody's home. My father is at work and my mom's at the grocery store. I clean the blood up, and lay on my bed. I play my favorite song, and cry.

I look at myself in the mirror. 'You're not good enough. You're a slut and you've always been one. You need to loose more weight fatty." I cry as those words run through my mind. My eyes are red and puffy, and there are tear stains on my cheeks. Maybe I should end it all. I slip my shoes on, and don't even bother to leave a note. It's not like they'll miss me. I get in my car, and drive to the bridge. I stop near a park, and walk to the bridge. I look down at the water, and see my reflection. This is the right thing to do.

As I put my leg over the railing, a boy shouts. "WAIT!" He yells. I turn to him with fear in my eyes. "Please don't." He says. "Why shouldn't I?" I ask tears run down my cheeks. "Because you matter, and things can get better. Let me help you." He says. I stare at him for a minute, and back at the water. "No." I say getting ready to jump. Suddenly I feel a pair of strong arms around my waist. He lifts me over the railing. I cry into his chest, and hold onto him. "Shh it's okay." He says sitting down on the bridge with me in his arms.