Mr Dawson

00.02

*your pov*
i crawled across the floor and grabbed my bag then putting my back against the door again.

i rummaged through my bag looking for my razor and finally finding it.
i took off the plastic and held it to my wrist.

i took a deep breath and felt my heart pounding and that's all I could hear.

my whole body felt numb. until I slid the blade across my wrist and exhaling watching the blood ooze out.

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*six hours later*

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i woke up still against the door. i must of pasted out considering my wrist was in utter pain.

my room was pitch black and i couldn't see a thing. i brushed my hand across the floor feeling around for my phone.

i picked it up and squinted my eyes getting blinded by the light.

'3:23am'

i rolled my eyes knowing i would never be able to get back to sleep.

i slowly stood up and turned on the light then looked down at my wrist at all the dried blood.

i opened my bedroom door and walked to the bathroom slowly trying not to make the floor boards creak.

i went into the bathroom and ran the cold water from the sink then placed my wrist under it washing away the blood.

i hissed and shut my eyes tight trying to ignore the pain. the blood was just calming. fixating on the physical pain was how i got over the emotional pain.

sometimes i wondered what it would be like to fall. from a big drop. would it feel peaceful? would it feel scary?

i've watched videos online of girls jumping off bridges or tall buildings and they just look free.

i turned off the tap and sat on the toilet lid just thinking about what i would be like for someone to finally love me.

the feeling of love it's undeniably sensational. the feeling of happiness rushing through every part of your body... the thought is truly just perfect.

after a couple of hours of getting trapped in my mind i realised i should probably get ready for school.
yay! *note sarcasm*

i tiptoed into my room trying not to wake my mom then headed towards my wardrobe and opened it being faced with the difficult choice of choosing an outfit.

i picked out another stripy shirt with a black graphic tee over the top, a black denim skirt and my platform boots.

it started to get light outside and i checked my phone once more to read '7:30am'.

zoey should be here in thirty minutes i reminded myself. before i left i made sure i put a bandaid over my cut and my sleeves were pulled down.

i heard honking outside so i grabbed my bag and my phone and snuck out the door without saying goodbye to my mom.

"did you not sleep last night or something?" zoey said as i slouched in her car seat.

"maybe two hours i think?" i replied yawning.

"you gotta stop watching those horror movies dude... they're creepy as shit" she answered glancing at me then back at the road.

"yep. well when your watching suicide videos it kinda gets suck in mind and played on a fucking loop"

zoey looked over at me concerned. i didn't blame her to be honest. i'm a pretty much the anti christ.

"if you kill yourself i literally will kill you y/n" zoey said gripping onto the wheel.

"okay that made no sense but sure" we both laughed it off and arrived at school.

i looked at my time table and realised my lessons today we're pretty shit apart from mr dawson's class fifth period.

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i was walking down the halls and went to my regular spot under the staircase. nobody went there it was pretty dark and i liked to just sit on my phone listening to music while i ate my lunch.

mr dawson walked passed and he smiled at me. i clocked him then smiled and waved back.

i heard someone coming down the stairs so i tucked my legs into my chest hoping they wouldn't see me.

"i knew you'd be down here"
a voice said.

i looked up to see the guy i'd been avoiding for weeks.

"what do you want sam?" i said standing up trying not to hit my head on the stairs above me.

"i want to talk to you" he said taking a few steps closer to me.

i knew what sam wanted instantly. so i tried to walk away but he moved in front of me blocking the way out.

he leant in a started kissing my neck. i froze for a second before kicking my knee into his crotch making him back away.

"oh come on you liked it last time y/n" he said moving closer again.

"i was drunk sam you know that" i said raising my voice.

"feisty one aren't ya?" sam replied pining my hands against the wall.

"get the fuck off me sam" tears brimmed my eyes as i tried to pull away from him. but he was too strong.

he just kept trying to kiss me over and over again but i moved my face in the opposite direction every time.

i started to feel weaker and just accepted the fact that he wouldn't leave so i stopped.

"finally" he chuffed moving in to kiss me.

i closed my eyes and let a tear slip down my cheek until i was felt him being dragged off me... i opened my eyes to see him on the floor.

"she said get the fuck off her... i think that means no sugar dick" mr dawson said creeping out of the shadows.

he shat himself and got up off the floor and stumbled trying to get up.

"shit y-yeah sorry y/n" he said before running away.

i stood with my back against the wall staring at the floor watching the tears drop down.

"don't tell" i told mr dawson then quickly walking away wiping the tears from my eyes.

*END OF CHAPTER*

(a/n) daddy dawson came to save the day ya'll 🤠