Wrong. (a Marcus Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 1.

"come out you fag" I heard Jaime's voice in the restrooms.

That day I got beaten up again.

I hated high school. Of course, this was one of the better ones in London, where they only gave a crap about your money and not about what happens to you.

What happens to you in Brixton High, it stays in Brixton High, and the principal definitely ordered this, way before I got into that high school.

I was terrified when I got there. 

My first year was normal, since I could act like a normal human. But in that instant moment when someone heard what music I like, hell have broken loose.

People started calling me fag, and pushed into lockers, shoved me into the walls, punched me, kicked me.

One time I got into a proper fight WHICH I did not start.

After months of getting beaten up, I got used to it.

And one fucking day I snapped.

By the way, my name is Alexandra Lee Brent, if you don't know me, you probably just have been born, or something, because in Brixton High, everyone remembers me.

The day when I snapped... Well this is a good story.

My father called me before that day, saying that my mother is useless, and months after I actually realized that by myself. She actually did not do anything at all. I was the one cleaning shit up, and killing everything (and I mean bugs, they were everywhere), washing stuff. I starved sometimes, but not for fun, we didn't have money. And when we had, my stupid mother spent it on lottery tickets and tv magazines.

Welcome to my personal hell, called my life.

I got a threatening letter from Jaime, the class' bully, saying to brace myself, because she's gonna beat the living fuck out of me.

I tried bringing knives into school before, to defend myself, but I ended up getting stabbed, and if that's not enough, I even had to clean shit up again at home.

But that day everything changed.

I woke up that morning, and took my mothers knife with me.

First period was fine, no one tried to harm me (if we don't count the things flying towards me as harming).

My mom always said I'm a tough girl, I can survive anything I want.

Second period.

Before that, I got shoved into a locker again.

At third period, I got pushed to the restrooms.

That was where I pulled the knife. 

The previous stabbing was by Jaime's good friend Alison, I did not know anything about her stabbing other students.

However, Jaime started to cry for help, and begged me not to stab her.

She was so loud that everyone could hear me.

Of course I threw my knife into the toilet's tank, so when the help came, I got sent up along with Jaime to the principal's office.

After the principal thing and the next period she dragged me to the restrooms, and tried to strangle me.

And that was not the only knife I took with myself to school.

I grabbed it with my last breath, and stabbed her.

I tried to explain later to the principal, that I was defending myself but I got kicked out and he told me to be happy about not getting in jail.

I actually should've ended up in jail, but since he knew about the bullying going around in his school, he didn't tell anyone anything.

Except Jaime did.

The thing went into papers, and after lots of hours at the police station, I did not get arrested, and sent to jail.

But, when I got home I did not expect the amount of hysteria.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU BITCH?"

"YES PLEASE CALL ME BITCH NOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU'RE MY MOTHER YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE CARING ABOUT ME BUT I ALREADY GAVE UP MY HOPES ABOUT THAT"

"DON'T YOU DARE SAYING THAT"

"IT'S THE FUCKING TRUTH AND TRUTH DESERVES TO BE TOLD." she slapped and punched me really hard.

We left the conversation there.

When I went downstairs again, I saw my mom speaking on the phone.

"no, I'm not giving my kid" she said.

I went back to my room.

The next day I did nothing.

My mom noticed me not going to school. I probably would've got off with it if I'd gone anywhere, but no, I stayed.

"what the fuck are you doing here?"

"existing"

"get your ass out of your bed and go the fuck to school"

"where?"

"DON'T MESS WITH ME YOU FUCKING SLUT I TOLD YOU TO GO TO SCHOOL."

"I GOT KICKED OUT, IF YOU WOULDN'T BE SLEEPING ALL THE TIME YOU'D KNOW THAT."

That was the point where she grabbed me by my hair, and started punching me.

She told me that she won't get any money because of me, because of what I've done in school I will be taken away from her and given to my dad.

She beat me up.

My mouth cracked, I had bruises on my face and everywhere on my body.

I waited until she fallen asleep, got my stuff together and stole most of the money to survive, along with most of her xanax pills.

I got on the bus, and started wandering in the city, crying.

No one cared about it.

It was a busy street, and people with suits and ties were running around holding their iPhones.

After hours of wandering I ate some cheap food, and settled down in the park.

While carrying my bags, I accidentally bumped into a guy I was watching on youtube.

Yes, I saw Marcus Butler. He even looked at me accidentally. 

He probably couldn't see my face properly tho, it was dark.

I slept on a bench.

The next morning I saw him, jogging around in the park. I was sitting cross legged with my coat on, in the same park on the same bench.

I was tired as fuck, there was dried blood on my lower lip, and my black-eye was getting blacker.

He was getting near me, and swear to god I was praying for his sake to not to stop in front of me.

But the dearest best lord upstairs did not hear what I asked, or Marcus' guardian angel was busy getting a sandwich or something.

"hi" he greeted. "are you okay?"