I Am Not As Fine As I Seem

Bullied

I walk by myself down the hallway to get to my last class of the day. Clutching my books tighter. I pass by a group of popular people as they whisper rather loudly to each other. Keeping my head down. "She's so ugly!" I hear one of them say. I look up to see them all looking a me. Looking away. I quickly walk to my classroom. Their laughter following me down the hallway as I blinked away tears. I get to class on time. I had no friends in this class so I sit in the back alone. Through most of the class I jut stared blankly at the wall. The teachers voice sounding far away. I was brought out of my trance by the piercing sound of the bell. I gather up all my books Walking out of class last I accidentally bumped into someone causing me and the other person to drop our books. Before I could apologize the person angrily said "You stupid klutz!" I looked up realizing it was a girl from the group in the hall earlier. Beside her was another girl. 'Her friend probably.' I thought. I also realized that the hallway was practically deserted. "I'm sorry for bumping into you. Here I'll help!" I said. Bending down I go to reach for one of her books. When my hand is suddenly kicked away. "Ew! Don't touch my books you disgusting bitch!" She said. Her friend snickering at the comment. I gasped cradling my hand. "Ugh you're so pathetic you should just kill yourself." My eyes brim with tears as I keep my head down. Fumbling for my books. "Aw! Is the wittle baby gonna cry!" Her friend said as the two girls laughed. Gathering all my books I got up and started to run away. "Look at her running away. What a coward!" The girls friend said as they continued to laugh. I ran in the empty bathroom. Going into and locking a stall I collapse. Their laughter and comments echoing in my head. Tears pouring down my face. I grab my blade out of my backpack and pull up my long sleeve. Revealing multiple scars and cut. One cut. Ugly. Two cuts. Disgusting. Three cuts. Disappointment. Four cuts. Failure. I cut six more time before moving to my other arm. Continuing to make cut after cut. Silent sobs wracking my body. I cut once more before dropping the blade and just watching the blood bead on my skin. Collecting and dripping down my arm. I look at the blade lying on the ground. Wondering. Would anyone really

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