Forlorn (adj.) Pitifully sad and abandoned or alone
Unknown pov:
I walk down the hallway with my head down clutching my books to my chest. My one goal right now is make it to my next class without anyone noticing me.
"Hey you!" Someone yells, I recognized that voice. That's the voice of torment. I freeze unsure of what to do.
The next thing I know I'm lying on the floor with him standing over me. I bite my lip as he kicks me in the side a few times.
"What your not gonna fight back?" He asks, like this is funny.
"I'm not putting on a show the whole school to watch." I mutter.
"Oh, what was that?" He pulls me to my feet. "Well we'll see about that." He says wickedly. I wince in pain as he shoves me full force into the lockers. I bite as hard as I can on my lip to avoid screaming. He punches and kicks me repeatedly in the side.
Sometimes I wish they'd just call me names and lower what little self esteem I have instead of giving me bruises that are hard to cover.
He pushes me back down to the floor, the taste of blood fills my mouth... oops. I bit my lip too hard.
A sharp pain shoots through me as he steps on my hand. The pain soon goes away and turns numb.
"Do every one a favour and die." He says, tears fill my eyes but I won't let them fall.
He kicks me in the rib cage which hurts like hell. I manage to sit up and move away from him but he a good he by dropping my books onto me. I feel a tear trickle slowly down my face.
"Please," I whisper. "Please stop." I choke on my words. He sighs and pulls me to my feet again. I know his tricks though, he's not done, or even close to done.
"Okay, do you think you can just go around telling me what to do? Because guess what-" he pins me against the wall. "- you can't." He hisses. "Do you understand?" I nod. "Do you understand!" He yells.
"Yes, I understand." I say, he releases me. He shoves me lightly into the middle of the hallway. He smirks before throwing me to the ground. Involuntary tears escape my eyes.
"Go to hell," he mutters, walking away.
I close my eyes and lie on the floor not moving for a few minutes before I sit up. I wipe away my tears and pick up my stuff before walking to the bathroom. I lock myself in one of the stales and sit on the floor slowly bringing my knees up to my chest.
Silent tears trickle down my face as I try to make my lip stop bleeding. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to calm down but I can't. Tears force their way out of my eyes despite me holding them back. I wish I could just disappear.
A/n: this is a flashback btw (iwywswiftie)
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