My Life Is NOT Perfect!

Please, leave me alone!!!

I struggle to get up without falling. My body was bruised and cut up by my bullies. Every step I took, felt like needles every where in my body. 

I fight back tears and try to walk to my closet. I dress in my usual Twenty One Pilots shirt, black holey jeans, a NF hoodie, and my black and white converse. 

"JOSH!?! You up?" My brother, Alex, shouts.  

"Y-Yeah!" I stutter and open my bathroom door, walking in. 

I do my makeup, trying my best to cover up my scars that found their places across my eye and lip.  Brushing my wavy, long, black/blue hair into my face to help hide them and I walk out of my room to the kitchen. 

"Hey, Josh." A voice sounded from the living room. 

"Morning." I say in a fake cheerful tone, not wanting my parents to worry about me. 

Mum walks in, her long brown hair pinned into a bun and she was in her usual nurse outfit. "Another day of school and work. "

"I'll trade if you want." My accent came in strongly and she smiled. Mum always loved my British accent for some reason. 

"I'm sorry, baby, but we can't." She reached out her soft hand and stroked my cheek. 

I look into her bright blue eyes and smile. 

"JOSH! LET'S GO!!" Alex screams making me flinch, but, Mum doesn't notice. 

Time skip

I slowly climbed out of my brother's car and stalked up to the entrance of our high school. People stood in groups, not letting the others who were not like them in on their little chats. 

Landon Hall, Candy Smith, Brandon White, and Brison White stood beside my locker. 

'3. 2. 1.' I thought in my head.

"Oh, look! It's the freak." Landon's strong tone motioned towards me. 

I look down and attempt to ignore him. 

"Listen to me, Freak." Brandon's stiff hands grab my arms, causing my to yelp in pain from my cuts. "Weak." 

Candy slowly walks away. She was a prep, yes, but, she didn't like watching people getting bullied. Although she hated it, she never stopped it. 

I was slammed into the locker and I close my eyes, containing my anger. 

"Do something, bitch." 

That one made me wince. "Bitch? Really? Fuck you ass-hole. At least I fucking TRY! All you do is fuck girls, talk about it, bully, then repeat! Just.... PLEASE! LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE!"  

People gathered around and the halls fell quit. 

"What did you say, cunt?" Brison snarls and pins me against the walls. "At least, we don't cut ourselves like a freak."

My sleeves had been brought up, revealing my fresh cuts from yesterday. "I hate you so much."

A hand slaps me. "Bitch."

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall in defeat. "Please, leave me alone.."

Seconds later, a teacher came and made us split up and didn't let me go to the nurse. 

Tears streamed down my face and I ran to my classroom and hid into my hoodie. 

"Josh?" A soft voice murmured.

I looked up into my best friends brown eyes. "What?"

"L-"

"Yes, of course." I snarl and hide into my arm, not letting anyone see my tear stained face. 

 After what seemed like years, we made it to lunch. Usually I sat in the football fields bleachers but I was to scared to go outside, so I sat in the bathrrom, playing on my phone. 

Out of nowhere it balres music and I realize someone had texted me again. 

Unknown: 

Hey, aren't you the girl that was beat up this morning? 

Me: 

Why?

Unknown:

Because...... I think you know me..

Me: 

Will you tell me who you are?

Unknown:

Will you tell if you are that girl and your name?

Me: 

.... Why should I?

Unknown:

Why should I tell you my name?

Me: 

Not fair......

I groan and wait for an answer. 

Unknown: 

I'll give you a hint.

Me:

Yes, please!

Unknown: 

I have three classes with you.