Mr Dawson

00.03

*your pov*
i ran away from mr dawson quickly walking to the girls toilets to clean myself up.

i looked under all the stalls to check if anyone was here. once i knew i was alone i looked in the mirror and brushed my fingers through my hair taking deep breaths.

i kept thinking why me? i was too easy? did i look vulnerable? is it the way i dress or something?

the bell rang and i just stood there staring completely oblivious that i had class.

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*in class*
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mr dawson was doing roll call and when he called your name nobody answered.

mr dawson: do you know where she is?

he asked zoey expecting her to know.

zoey: i haven't seen her since this morning.

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*back to bathroom*
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i checked my phone and realised the time so i grabbed my bag from the floor then rushed out.

i walked into my english class and everyone turned there heads staring at me.

"sorry i'm late" i apologised to mr dawson shutting the door behind me then walking to my seat.

"it's fine y/n" mr dawson replied smiling at me.

"why does she get special treatment?" one of sam's friends added.

i turned my head looking into his eyes feeling so defeated by sam and his friends. they hated me. they hated that i existed.

"what your mouth" mr dawson replied raising his eyebrows at him.

the whole class ooed at mr dawson while he smirked looking smug as fuck.

the lesson was coming to an end and mr dawson was half way through a sentence until he stopped and looked down at me then swallowed.

i thought i had something in my hair or my make up was messed up.

until i looked down and realised the blood from my wrist had sank through my sleeve.

i put my wrist to my chest hiding it from everyone and grabbed my bag then ran out the room. mr dawson didn't take his eyes off me. his eyes followed me as i walked out.

i ran down the halls keeping my wrist to chest then continued looking for an open door to get the hell out of here.

my heart started racing and i started struggling to breathe.

i found an exit and left school. i heard distance shouting of teachers trying to get me to come back but i just kept walking.

i arrived home to the house empty and i ran upstairs and threw myself onto the bed sobbing.

i screamed into my pillow letting the anger out of my system then swung my legs to the edge of my bed i realised what i had to do.