Carolyn

I had him.

Before the summer holidays, I would have been sitting behind the bin eating lunch, hoping no one would see me. But then someone would and chuck their food onto me. And it didn't just stop there. I'd go home, check my Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr and even just my texts. Those words that pierced my soul just wouldn't stop. So I'd go upstairs, hide under my Hello Kitty duvet, but I'd leave my right foot poking out. There were so many ways to do it. To end my life. I had thought about them all. Nearly done them, in fact. But then I thought "what if things got better?" But they never did. I thought about self-harming too. But I didn't because if I didn't end my life and things did get better, those scars would be there forever. To remind me. You only have one life. Well my life sucked. But it was still the only life I had.

Well, I had Andy. And he was all I needed.

So we are lunch together. Me and him. Him and me. Talked about our shared taste in music. About how he was bullied in his previous school, which was why he moved. Sure, some assholes passed us and made some shitty remarks, but it didn't matter to me, for once. I had him.