Nothing changes

betrayel

I saw Leila standing by the entrance to the school "Hey Leila, over here!" I shouted. She looked over at me, but just smiled at me and left. I shrugged it off thinking she was busy. I walked inside the school building, and right as I entered everybody started looking at me with disgust. I heard whispers and tried making my body as small as possible. "Now we know why she has all that expensive clothes even without parents" I heard a girl with orange hair whisper. I walked faster, and my heart started beating like crazy ,and my palms got sweaty. A boy with brown hair and brown eyes came up to me, he was one of the jocks.

(I knew that cause my boyfriend was on the football team)

"Hey baby, won't you give me a dance" He said and winked at me. "E-excuse me?" I stuttered.

He came closer and put his hand on my cheek, and then slowly let it sink to his side. Just to grab my butt "What do you think you're doing?" I exclaimed, jumping away from his grasp.

"I know you like it, come on baby girl let me see you dance" He said coming closer.

"Get away from me!" I said tears started gathering in my eyes. "I know you want to" He said smirking. "What makes you think that?" I asked, why would he think something like that?

"Your little friend Leila told me" He said smiling. My world stopped, I can't believe my best friend would do that. I saw her walking with a guy with brown hair and blue eyes he had a strong jaw and... She was walking with my boyfriend, hand in hand. I walked over to them without thinking and started shouting. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!?" I cried, they just laughed mockingly.

"I'm sorry I don't want a whore as my girlfriend" He said smirking. "And yet you walk with her" I said glaring at Leila. They just pushed me to the ground.

I deserved it, I deserved it all. I still do, it was just a matter of time before they would do that, he would find someone pretty and nice, sweet, caring perfect. And he did just that.

Leila is amazing, she is perfection at its core. She was 'natural beauty' and always will be.

He probably never even loved me. But I still survived, much to my dismay, every time I was close to being at peace... somebody ruined it. Since the world won't let me be at peace, I do my usual routine, I grab a razor and press down harshly, sliding it up and down my skin starts to rip, and blood starts coming out, the beautiful red liquid that runs inside of me, that we chose to call blood. In japan red stands for good luck, So, I guess luck is dripping down from my wrist. It feels so good to be in control, I can increase the pain, I think as I pressed down harder, or -I stop pressing down and just look at it- stop the pain completely.

I stare at it in aw for a while until more memories starts flooding in.

I'm really bad at highschool bullying scenes >.<