The Nerd | Completed

Chapter Twenty-Nine

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END!!!! PLEASE READ

Britney.

I slowly turned around. Her minions were right behind her, Savanna and Bella.

"How's it going Ham?" Britney drawled out the nickname.

"Nothing that would interest you..." I muttered.

"Really? Cause it's, almost eighty five degrees, and, uh, you're wearing black."

"So?" I asked.

"A black, long sleeved shirt. You wouldn't happen to be hiding anything, would you?" She took a few steps closer to me, causing me to take a few backwards.

"I'm cold." I lamely protested.

"Mhm, then I guess, this," she grabbed my freshly cut up wrist," wouldn't hurt now would it?" She slowly twisted my arm.

It took everything in my body to not cry out in pain. My anxiety levels shot through the roof, I started hyperventilating.

It hurt, like putting fire to my wrist. Why of all days did I cut this morning?

She was satisfied with my reaction, but not enough. She grabbed my hand and yanked up my sleeve, revealing my completely scarred up arms.

"Wow, I never thought she actually did it." Bella spoke out loud to nobody in particular.

"Well, I guess we won't have to worry about Zayn ever actually liking you let alone love you. I mean, who will ever love a girl with scars, or who cries herself to self to sleep at night? What about the girl standing in front of me? The one who, starves herself, thinking one day she'll look skinny, and cries herself to sleep, cuts to find an escape. And guess who that is?" She paused, " it's the pathetic girl in front of me, it's you Sam."

She squeezed my arm once more before dropping it, disgusted.

"Bye Ham!" She walked away using her cheerleader voice, annoying and fake.

I quietly walked into the bathroom, checking to make sure no one was in here.

Thank fully no one was, I sighed and grabbed a stall. I felt a single tear slip out of my eyes and down to my cheek.

I leaned over the toilet and rid myself of the sandwich Zayn had me eat. It was a lot better going down to say the least.

I flushed the toilet and took out my little box of mints, taking two of them. I walked over to se my reflection, a small girls' tear stained face looked back at me. There was nothing special about me, so why did Zayn stay?

I left the bathroom after washing my face, making it look a little better.

I went back to where Zayn was still sitting underneath the tree. I made my way back over there, I didn't want to talk to him.

He could tell something was up but before he could say anything both our phones went off, as did everyone else's who were sitting in the grass.

I start d to get looks from the people sitting  outside. I was scared, I'm pretty sure I knew why they were staring but I hoped I was wrong.

I opened my phone, going to the website one of the seniors made a few years ago just for this school that eventually got leaked so now more people can join.

I clicked on notifications and clicked on my latest one.

The Real Truth Behind Our Very Own Samantha Brooks...

For those of you that don't already know, Samantha, or Sam cuts. She slits her wrists to get rid of her pain, leaving these nasty scars to cover her her arms instead. So, if you see her wearing long sleeves, like today in the eighty degree weather, you now know why. But don't worry about her, she'll be fine, that's what she's told me, like every other adult, teenager, or guidance counselor she's ever talked to.

And to add the cherry on top of her little sundae, she also starves herself. I and a few other concerned students, heard someone in the girls bathroom earlier today. A few minutes later, out walked Sam once again, her face was oittlere with a few tears that had missed out on being washed away.

Thank you for reading my extremely long post, but I felt the need to express my deepest concerns with all of you, Sincerely, Anonymous.

I was shaking, I was going to kill her. That is my secret to tell, not hers. She is the reason why I cry myself to sleep at night, wanting darkness to overtake me soon can stop living through this nightmare. I don't want to have to live with the constant stares, and the stupid whispers behind my back which eventually I hear about anyways.

I just want to be done.

"Sam?"

I didn't answer, I I don't know what was wrong, I just felt that something wasn't right. I heard my stomach growl before everything moved in slow motion, I fell to the ground. I heard Zayn calling my name faintly as I drifted more towards the peaceful sleep that was welcoming me with open arms.

"Sam! Stay with me the ambulance is on is way. I just need you to stay awake."

I heard sirens before I almost let the darkness surround me, but then I heard his voice. "Stay with me please Sam."

I gave him a small, smile, taking all my strength, and whispered, "I love you." Before the darkness took over my body.

I'm sorry this is a little short but I wanted to stop it here.

Anyways, I needed to clarify that earlier this chapter when Britney was telling Sam she will never be loved because of her scars, and how Zayn won't love her because she tries to hard to be skinny, and cuts, or cries herself to sleep.

If you guys have or do any of that please don't think that no one will see past your scars, and love you, because someone will come along and they will love you for all you guys have been through. Please don't hurt yourself for an escape, you guys don't need to be a certain type of pretty, or skinny. God made you the way he wanted you to be and you should be happy with it.

If any of you guys are ever needing some one to talk to or just need a f I end just inbox me and I should reply fairly quickly seeing as though I'm addicted to this app and website.

Thank you if you read that whole think but it needed to be said so please don't take what Britney said to heart, she is just being your typical teenage bully.

Love ya lots guys.

Vi💖