The Reason [Snowbarry]

Victim

Victim (n.) a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action.

Caitlin pov:

I walk down the hallway holding back tears.

"Hey!" I jump seconds later finding myself lying on back on the floor. "It's too bad, if you weren't such a loser you'd actually be pretty."

"Go ahead," I whisper, he frowns. "Hit me, punch me, kick me, drop a book on my chest, do whatever you want."

"You really want to do that."

"I don't care anymore, I don't care if I live or if I die." I say "pain is pain, when exposed to it too much it stops hurting. So go ahead, hurt me as badly as you want," he smirks and kicks me in the rib cage.

"You dumb fuck," he says before pulling me up off the ground. He then throws me into the lockers, I fall to the ground not being strong enough to take the force of being thrown.

My head feels warm, I'm most likely bleeding. He kicks me again stepping on me in the process. I withhold the urge to scream.

"Pain is pain, it was always hurt." He says kicking me one last time on the side of my head. "Just disappear," he walks away.

Tears roll down my face, people stare at me lying there. No one does anything, I close my eyes so they don't see. Someone of them looked scared, but I don't blame them. I'd be scared if I was the damn bystander.

Brooke pov:

"Stop it," I say walking away from Natasha.

"Brooke relax it's a joke,"

"I don't care." I say.

"You are so uptight," she says.

"You used to be my friend Natasha," I say turning around. "And then one day you just- you just weren't." I say out of frustration. "Your eyes used to not be filled with so much hatred Natasha, do you remember... we were best friends."

"You're pathetic," she snaps at me, I jump backwards surprised. "You're still a little scaredy cat," she says stepping closer to me.

"There's nothing wrong with being scared." I whisper, she rolls her eyes and pushes me.

"Your eyes say something different Brooke," she says mockingly. I back away from her, turn, and run down the hallway.

Run away Brooke, it's what you're good at.

I stop running when I literally run into someone.

"Oh I'm sorry," they say.

"No, it's my fault," I say looking up.

"Brooke?"

"D-dad, what are you doing here?" I ask out of bewilderment.

"I was coming to see you,"

"What wrong is everything okay?"

"Everthings fine,"

"Is Caitlin okay?"

"Caitlin? Yeah, yeah she's fine, I mean she's Caitlin." He says.

"Right," I say.

"Oh look it's Natasha,"

"Oh cool, well I better get to class," I say.

"Okay, well um bye."

"Bye,"

"See you later,"

"Yeah, I guess," I say quietly.

A/n: watch me be killed by (saturdaywsnowbarry). Any way... Brooke is back yay.