Him (Hoodie x Reader)

Last Day

I DO NOT OWN THIS PIC!

This is my first book that I'm writing so please let me know how I can improve on my work >_< thank you for clicking on this book!

WARNING: SELF HARM IN THIS CHAPTER

I really hope you enjoy this :)

[Y/N] = your name
[H/C] = hair colour
[E/C] = eye colour

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Your POV

I walk to my locker at the end of class, opening it right away so I could leave this hell hole as fast as possible. Grabbing what I would need, I slam my locker shut and walk down the hallway. I stop when I see a group of three girls standing by the stairs. My one and only exit.

I lower my head and sigh, knowing what was coming, for it happens everyday without stop. I walk forward and try to quickly brush past them without being noticed. Unfortunately it doesn't work.

"Hey freak!"

I stop but don't turn around, not answering them.

"Hey I'm talking to you freak! That means your supposed to answer me!"

I slowly let out my breath I didn't know I was holding in. I turn around.

"What do you want." I say as calmly as possible.

She just smirks at me, taking a step forward. "Bye, bye....[Y/N]." Before I can question what she ment by it, she pushes my shoulders.

As I start to fall, I realize what she was doing. I was standing at the top of the concrete steps. And I was falling down them. No one was going to save me. No one cares that this is happening.

I felt all my breath leave me as I hit the steps with a sickening thud, feeling multiple bones snapping on impact. I lay on the ground for what seemed like hours, but it was only seconds. Black dots dance across my vision.

Right before I close my eyes, I see a pool of red form around me, making my sweatshirt feel heavy. It was warm and comforting. I let my eyes close, hoping I'll never open them again.

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Narrators POV

It's been eight months since that incident. My mother didn't care, she only cared on how much money she had to spend on me.

She didn't care you were being bullied, [Y/N] even pleaded with her mother to change her school. But none of it worked. Her mother was a druggie and that's all she ever cared about. Drugs, not even her own family.

"[Y/N], stop being a goddam bitch and go to fucking school now! I don't care what is happening." Your mother shouts.

"Do you really not care about me! Do you even care if I'm alive!" [Y/N] yelled back.

"AT THIS POINT NO, I WISH I NEVER GAVE BIRTH TO YOU! I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR FATHER'S ADVICE AND GOT AN ABORTION!" She yells at [Y/N]. Her eyes burning with rage as she looks at her.

[Y/N] eyes fill with tears. You turn and quickly run to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

You lean up against the door as silent sobs rack your body. You slowly stand up and walk over to your dresser. Slowly, you open the top drawer and pull out a knife your father gave to you for your sixth birthday. Before he died of a heart attack.

You pulled back your long sleeve and reveal many scars that litter your arm. Swiftly you make another mark to add to your so called "collection".

The pain didn't bother you anymore. You were so used to it. You kept doing it over and over, until you started seeing black dots. You let sleep take over, and close your eyes.

Are you happy now mom...I'm no longer your problem....

But [Y/N] didn't notice the pair of eyes watching her from the window.

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Oof let me know if I should continue this or not ^_^ or if I should make the chapters longer. I hope you enjoyed!!