bestfriend - payton moormeier

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alys pov.

i had been going to school. i regretted it very bad but the grading period was coming to an end soon.

my grades were decent. mostly bs.

i had been getting harassed by mark and his friends a lot.

he started a rumor that i was slutting around with his whole group.

im still a virgin honestly.

but ofcourse everyone believed him. like always.

i had began cutting. i didn't know what else to do.

i was walking the halls, to my gym class.

i had passed marks friends. i was wearing a long sleeve, i guess it pulled up a bit because his friend zach looked as if he was about to cry.

i could tell he felt bad about starting the rumor.

but honestly fuck him. 

i dropped my head and kept walking. i've been wearing long sleeves and adidas sweats for the longest time.

literally a week. but it's felt like months. 

i continued to gym and participated slowly.

my friends had kinda laid off of me.

i don't get it. like i seriously did nothing to them. but i guess it's a cycle for me.

people that i love leave me. happened a lot honestly.

school hours passed and i headed to my house. 

i walked into to what seemed like the worst day of my life.

my mom stood in the foyer staring at me with tears in her eyes, and a swollen face.

she held up my dirty blade.

i was speechless. i had that hidden so well.

i went to grab it and she pulled it back.

"take your hoodie alyssa." she said.

"no i-" she cut me off. "no you do it. now."

i slowly pulled off my hoodie and hid my arms.

she jerked my hands and i winced in pain.

"alyssa why. why would you do this. why would you damage you're body like this?" she cried. she broke down.

she slid down the wall, holding her face, screaming and crying.

i have never once in my life felt this guilty.

"mom how'd you know." i asked silently crying.

"zach contacted me. zach clayton." she said wiping her eyes.

"was i not good enough? was i not good enough as a mother. what did i do to make you do this." she said completely sobbing again.

"no mom. this has nothing to do with you. i'm going through a tough time. i can't just talk about it." i said looking down.

"well you can, and you're going too." she said sternly through her tears.

"mom, i'm being slut shamed by literally everyone in school. i get told to kill myself on the daily. people hate me. my friends even quit talking to me. i don't know what to do mom. i'm scared. i'm so so scared. i've been threatened countless times and i just-" i broke out crying.

"oh honey. you should've told me. i want to be your number one supporter and i'm going to." she said. "go to your room babe. i'm going to arrange a few things.

"mom-" i paused for a second and she looked at me. "i was nearly raped. that's why i'm being slut shamed." i said feeling tear prickle my eyes again.

"who. who done it." she ask shaking. 

"mark. mark thomas." i said sniffling.

"i always knew that boy was trouble." she shook her head.

"continue to your room." she sadly smiled.

i nodded and went upstairs.

heyy guys. i just want to put this out there. never EVER turn to cutting. it's not good for you and your stability. the only reason i'm using it in the story is because it goes along with the story line. i love you sm.