Lost

The Fight

Your POV

I wake up to the realization that she's never coming back, she actually left me and only the feeling of her presence is here with me. But not her...

I've laid in my bed crying for weeks. It's almost been a month since I've showed my face at school. I don't want to go today but I have no choice. I have to drag myself out of bed and get dressed. At school I feel all the stares and all the judgement. I used to be a nobody and was practically invisible. But then I became that one girl that was friends with the weird girl who killed herself. Why is life this way. Full of judgement. This must be a reason why she killed herself.

As I walk down the halls I hear people whispering her name. They say something like, "That was Chloe's friend. No wonder she killed herself. Just look at her, she's lonely, just like her stupid friend." I can't stand them talking about her like that...

I run to the lockers where they're standing. (This is the most exercise I've had in weeks.) I grab one of the bitches by her hair and slam that bitches head in the locker. The other two girls run. I look the girl in the eyes while I'm still grabbing her hair.

I yell, "NEVER TALK ABOUT HER THAT WAY! YOU CAN SAY ANY SHIT ABOUT ME... BUT NEVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT CHLOE!"

I bash her head into the locker until she starts bleeding. The principal walks out of her office and yells my name, "What in the world are you doing Y/N? Get into my office right now!" I don't care anymore, I shove the girl to the ground, walk away to the principal's office. Fuck this shit.

Principal: "I know that life has been hard for you these past few weeks because of the tragedy that happened. That still gives you no right to act the way you did." Me: "They were talking bad about Chloe! I couldn't just stand there listening to them talking bad about my best friend who is now a dead girl! They're probably one of her reasons for killing herself! Because all the fucking judgement and bullying at this school!" I dug my nails into the palm of my hands. I have anxiety and I do this when my anxiety kicks in. I dig my nails in harder.

Principal: "Language! I understand that they were talking bad about her and they have no right to so I will talk to them. And I know that you're still sensitive because you are still grieving your loss. But that is still no excuse for your actions today, you made someone go to the nurses office for heaven sake! I will be having meeting with your parents tomorrow about this mishap and you are going to have one more week off from school. I hope that you will straighten up your attitude by then young lady. You may go home now and I have to go call the girl's parents and tell them what happened. You should pray that they won't sue.

Me: "Whatever, I have something to say to you..." Principal: "Ok, well hurry. I really need to call your parents and her's." I said, "That bitch deserved it." Then I stormed out of her office to the parking lot where my car was. I stopped digging my nails into my skin because I felt my blood drip down to my wrist. I unlock my car and open the door. I immediately reach for the box of tissues I have on the dash so I can clean up the blood off of the door handle and off of my hands. I keep some tissues wrapped around both of my hands to stop the bleeding as I'm driving home...

A/N: Thank you guys for all of the reads on some of my other stories. Because of all the support I decided to write a new story. Don't be triggered if this is all way too relatable because that's how I felt while writing this. ILYSM bye!