*Cut* The scissors sliced through my wrists and blood was now everywhere. This whole bloody school hated me. I kept replaying the scene in my head "GO DIE YOU FUCKING EMO!"
"FREAK"
"UGLY BITCH"
Constant screams from people I dont even know, who all think I was the one who trashed the school gym on the day before prom. I didn't and I have no idea why I am being blamed. I feel so alone and im just sat here alone in a very small closet. I cried harder and cut more, when the door opened. A tall figure was over me, I looked up to see him, Chase. He was really popular. Great I bet he will take the piss out of me even more. He came into the closet and closed the door, and sat next to me. "Give me the scissors." He said, putting his hand out. Was he going to hurt me? Something told me to trust him...
"Come on, I promise I wont hurt you, just give me the scissors." His voice was calm and I gave them to him. My wrists were full of blood running down them, wow I cut deep this time. "Im so sorry, this is all my fault." He said.
"What? How is this your fault I barley know you." I said.
"I trashed prom. It sucks" He said.
I looked up at him "Really?" I asked.
"Yeah. I shouldn't of let this blame you im so sorry." He said.
"Its ok dont worry." I said, falling for his big blue eyes. He lut his arms around me and pulled me in for a hug.
"Don't ever cut again. Ill be your salvation." He said. I nodded.
"I'm going to tell them it was me who trashed their shitty prom." He said standing up, putting his hand out for me to take.
"No you dont have to." I said.
"I do and I want you to be there. Go to the girls toilets and clean up and ill meet you in the hall."
I did as he said and met him in the hall. He told them it was him and people were shocked. When he was done he grabbed my hand and we walked out of school, gand in hand.
"I won't let them hurt you again." He said; slowly kissing me.
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