Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

(Warning: If you are in any way triggered by the following, do not read this chapter: blood, bodily harm, pain)

I limp my way down the stairs as best as I can, feeling some blood start to drip down my leg. I walk to the nurse's station, seeing no one in the room. I grab the supplies I'm going to need: gauze pads, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, paper towel, and medical tape. 

I go into the bathroom closest to the music room, and lock the door, making sure there is no one in the room.

I sit myself down on the floor, rolling my pant leg up as far as I can get it. I take some of the paper towel and lightly dab it on my wound, clearing up the blood. 

Examining my leg, I can see clearly, the word 'bitch' carved into my leg by what I can only assume was a small blade or knife. 

I bunch up some of my cardigan and put it in my mouth as I pour some of the hydrogen peroxide on my leg to disinfect my wound. 

Clearing off my leg once more with the paper towel, I get to work on dressing the wound; I use the giant-sized bandages, overlapping them in a way that the tacky part wouldn't hit any of the lacerations. I then wrap the gauze pads around the bandages, taping them in place with the medical tape.

I clean up the mess I made, throwing the wrappers into the garbage and stuffing the extra bandages and gauze pads into my pocket. After I roll my pant leg back down, I limp out of the room and around the corner towards the band room. As I open the door, I feel Tyler's stare burning a hole into the side of my leg. 

The One Direction boys look at me questionably as I walk past them towards my stuff. 

"Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Didn't hear the bell," I say, keeping my back turned to them as I walk towards where my bag sits on the ground. 

I ease myself down, sitting with my back pressed against the wall, my injured leg outstretched in front of me. I sigh, knowing this is going to be a long couple of hours.

I place my closed sketchbook and worksheets back onto my lap and continue to work on them. A few minutes go by and I hear someone get out of their chair. I ignore it and continue to work, shocked when something hits my injured leg. 

I quickly look up, seeing Tyler smirking down at me. He quickly wipes the smirk off of his face and goes by the boys, asking to use the restroom. When they say yes, Tyler winks at me, walking out of the room. I sigh, feeling the pain in my leg increase and start to sting again.

A couple of involuntary tears slip down my cheeks and I internally groan, the pain from my leg too much to bare without a painkiller of some sort. I keep some in my bag, but it will look weird if I just randomly grab a bottle of Tylenol from my bag and take two pills. 

So, I ignore the pain as best as I can, just focusing on my work.

Someone walks forwards and stands in front of me. I don't look, not knowing and not really caring at this point who it is due to the pain in my leg. 

The person kneels down and I do my best to ignore them, but it's hard as they are directly in front of me. I fake a yawn, wiping my eyes so they think my eyes are watering, not that I'm crying. I look up at the person, seeing that it is Liam.

"Hi, what's your name?" he asks, sitting down in front of me.

"S-Sarah. Sarah Peterson." I involuntarily stutter as I speak, holding back my tears. I clear my throat, setting down my pen and cracking around my knuckles.

"Why are you sitting over here by yourself?" he asks, his eyebrows crinkling as he frowns. 

"Well, I find it easier to concentrate and get everything done when I don't have the distractions of other people talking around me." I say, leaving out anything personal. 

"So, are you going to tell me what happened?" he asks, glancing down at my leg. 

I freeze; there's no possible way that I let anything show, is there? He can't possibly know what happened. I look at him confused, pretending that I don't know anything. 

"What do you mean?"

Liam sighs, "I mean what happened to your leg? You were fine before lunch but limping when you walked back into the room. I saw how in pain you were when Tyler walked past you." 

Liam glances down at my leg, a knowing expression on his face. 

"Let me guess, someone over there bullies you?" Liam whispers, lowering his voice so that no one else can hear what he says. 

"H-How . . . were you bullied in high-school?" I ask, trying to avoid talking about what's happening to me.

"Yeah, I was. It was hard, and I know what it's like so if you want to talk, I'm here." 

Liam looks down to see that I had finished my worksheets. I move around to get more comfortable and my breath hitches when I move my leg. I feel tears begin to cloud my vision again and I quickly stop moving, just getting comfortable how I'm sitting. 

"Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" Liam asks, placing his hand on my arm. 

I quickly shake my head, "Relax, I'm fine." 

"No, you're not fine. You're crying; what's wrong?" Louis interjected quietly, joining in on the conversation as he sits down next to Liam. 

"Trust me . . . you don't want to know what happened," I say, shaking my head. 

"Please, just show us what happened." Liam pleads.

I look over to the group of students, seeing Tyler, Jaren, Marcus and Eddie on their phones, not paying attention to anything going on around them. 

"In the hall," I say. 

Liam and Louis nod their heads and stand up. Liam reaches his hand down towards me and I take it gratefully, letting him help me up to my feet. 

Louis walked out the door first, turning around and holding the door open. 

Liam ushers me to go in front of him, placing his hands by my sides to assist in case I can't make it down the stairs. He must already know how bad it is.