Chanel Paul

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It had started to clot when I saw the same guy, who was behind me. SHIT! WHAT DO I DO??
I ran upstairs and luckily, since I knew where to go, my pace was much faster than his/her's. I immediately reached the apartment and opened the door. Luckily, both of them were in their rooms. I locked the door and ran into my room. Shit, it really hurt like crazy. I don't wanna tear up, but if it hurts so much.. AND WHO WAS THAT PERSON?? WHY DOES HE WANNA ATTACK ME?? And did that fool really think that a pocket knife would work?? Well, it was an actual knife, but still.
I went to my washroom, washed my wound and cleaned it properly. Then, I applied an antiseptic and it hurt like hell. But what can I do?
Anyway, I washed the cardigan too. But, fuck. That cut really stings.
I sat on my bed.
I was just thinking about who would wanna do that to me. What did I do? Did I do anything to anyone on purpose? Nobody that I can think of. Then who was that? Seriously, why do I even exist? I am done. People literally want to kill me. I shouldn't exist. Every time something good is happening in my life, something else has to ruin it. What a sad life I live. Oh, great. I'm tearing up.
And top it all rn, Corbyn just texted me. (A/n- Damn, Chanel. Did you just call The Bean... Corbyn?)

Bean: Hey bean
C: Hey
Bean: Whatcha doin
C: Nun (nothing)
Bean: you okay?
C: Yep
Bean: I don't believe you
C: I am fine
Bean: Ima ft you hol' up

Shit. He's gonna figure out that I was crying all this while.
He called me but I didn't pick up.

Bean: why didn't you pick up? Something is definitely wrong.
C: Nothing is wrong bean trust me
Bean: Then why won't you pick up?

Shit, what do I say? Oh, I got something.

C: Cause, you fool
C: I'm on the toilet rn
Bean: -_-
Bean: I don't believe you but fine
C: Lmao
Bean: I will ft you in ten minutes then
C: Okay

I stopped texting him and checked my cut again. It doesn't look properly treated, but eh. It doesn't hurt that much anymore.
I went and washed my face so it doesn't look like I was crying and I ft'ed Bean.

C: Hey.
Co: Hmm..
C: What?
Co: Something is off.
C: What do you mean?
Co: Just.. just keep quiet.
C: Uh..
Co: You were crying, weren't you?
C: What? No.
Co: Bean, don't lie. I can see your eyes, they look puffy af and ik every time you cry.
C: Fine, I was crying. Don't you tell anyone.
Co: Why were you crying?
C: Periods.
Co: You wouldn't've cried for that, b/c it's clearly the first day. If it was the second day, you'd be complaining the entire day. Also, you would've told us yesterday and you wouldn't have been so happy rn. You wouldn't have lied and straight up screamed that you're on your period.
C: Damn. You're a fucking detective.
Co: That's right. Ik you too well. Now, what happened?

Should I tell him?

C: Well, I- I just had another dream of what Mario did..

I'M SORRY! I couldn't think of anything else.

Co: Bean.. sorry, Bean.
C: I-
Co: Wait a minute.
C: W-what?
Co: Show me your left arm.

Crap. He saw. Well, it's only a really long cut. Ugh. (Note the sarcasm.)

C: It's nothing. Lmao, I fell down.
Co: And you got such a big cut.. by falling down?
C: Yeah?
Co: Bean.
C: What?
Co: Quit lying.
C: I'm not.
Co: Bean. Stop. Just tell me what happened, please?
C: I-I-
Co: Bean? Have you told anyone about this?
C: No..
Co: Do you want to tell me?
C: Y-yes..
Co: So, why aren't you?
C: Because..
Co: BEAN!
C: SOME RANDOM CREEP ON THE ELEVATOR TOOK A KNIFE AND STABBED ME AND I DON'T WANT EVERYONE GOING AFTER ME!
Co: W-WHAT?
C: Look. Don't you dare tell anyone. Not Jonah, not Daniel, not Jack, not Zach, not Chrissy, not Maddie, not Logan, NOT ANYBODY. Please?
Co: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOME-
C: SHUT UP!
Co: *sighs* Chanel, what do you mean?
C: Look, I was *tells everything*
Co: Bean, GO TO THE FUCKING POLICE STATION!
C: SHUT THE FUCK UP, CORBYN!
Co: Chanel, wtf do you want me to do?? Someone tried to kill you and you expect me not to act like this? Chan..
C: Bean, it's not like I can do anything about it.
Co: There are freaking cameras in the elevator.
C: ...
Co: Bean. You need to act a bit more sensible. If that happened to one of us, would you act the way you're acting rn?
C: .. No..
Co: Exactly. Please understand what I'm tryna say.
C: F-fine.. Can I go tomorrow tho? I'm kinda tired rn.
Co: You will go to the police station, right? Promise?
C: Cross my heart, hope to die.