My High School Sweetheart

Six

Five months later
Zayn's POV:
I walk in to school on Monday. As I walk through the hallway people yell horrid things such as "stupid fag" and "ugly bastard".
Over the last five months the bullying has gotten worse and worse. Oh and one of my worst bully's was in fact Harry.
Five months ago Harry completely turned on me. The day after he sent that text he came to school and told everyone he was lying about being gay.
   That he was joking for a reaction out of people. Of course they believed his lie after they told him to prove it by beating the 'fag' up.
He then proceeded to beat me up so bad that I was bruised almost everywhere. I was confused because we were friends before that text, so I thought I would confront him. Let's just say that didn't go well.
Flashback:
I wonder what has gotten into him? I thought we were friends? Why did he beat me? All those were questions I asked myself as I walked up to Harry's locker.
"Um Harry?" I say, reaching up and tapping on his shoulder. Harry then proceeded to pull me inside the empty classroom that was closest to us.
He closed the door, made sure it was locked, then turned to me. "What do you want Malik!? Hm!?" He asked eyebrows raised as if to say 'make it quick'.
"Why are you acting like this? Why did you beat me? Why did you tell everyone you were lying? It sure didn't look OR sound like it? You are STILL living apart from your mom! Why is that? It's because you are GAY! You liar! So why is it? Why did you do that?" I sneer.
"How dare you!?" He yells. Before I know it I'm on the ground being punched. "What I do is none of your business! Let this be a warning." He says. After he says that I take what I think was the final blow and then everything goes black.
End of Flashback
I remember after that I woke up in the nurses office. She said that I wasn't hurt too badly, but she was gonna send me home for the rest of the day.
Ever since then everyone picked on me. Even the cheerleaders. I sat on my own at lunch. I didn't even have partners for projects in class.
I'm never invited to party's either. I've pretty much been a loner since that day. Harry even quit choir and joined football.
I walk to my locker to get my English books when I hear someone behind me.
I slowly turn around and I see 5 boys from the football team standing behind me. One of the boys was Harry.
Oh no. I'm dead. I look around seeking a way to escape. I see the hallway has cleared out. I turn to my left and run for it.
I only make it about 2 feet before one of them grabs me from behind. The boy turns me around and punches me.
I stumble back and fall to the ground. "You trying to run fag?" He says. All the boys look at each other and laugh.
Next to speak is Harry. "Running is pointless Malik. We're still gonna catch you." He then comes up and kicks my side. Crap!
He kicked the rib that was still bruised from my last beating. That's gonna be swollen later on. He continues his assault on me until I pass out. When I wake up, I'm still laying in the same spot I was in.
   The sad thing about this whole thing was the fact that I still have feelings for him. I don't know why. He's a horrible person, AND he chooses to beat me.
   I just have one question though. Why do I find those eyes mesmerizing every time I look at them? Why do I still have this hope in my heart that maybe I will wake up someday and it will all be a dream?
   I know I should give up, but for some reason I just can't! Why does it have to be me? Why do I have to be the one? UGH!!! Life is just TOO complicated! This is why I try not to deal with people on a regular basis.
   This needs to change. But I know it won't. I guess I should just get on with the rest of my miserable life. My horrible miserable life. I get up and gather my book off of the floor. I dust myself off.
   I need to get to my next class. I look at my watch, and see that it's 2:05. School ends in ten minutes anyway. I guess I should go ahead and leave. I wrap my arms and tighter around my body as I speed off towards the exit.
   My wrists itch more that ever now. I'm one month clean. My first time cutting was the day after my first beating received by Harry. I took a razor blade and cut my wrist. I felt so rejected and hurt at the moment.
   My mom has gotten a new boyfriend so she hardly ever pays me any attention. She knows nothing of the recent events that have happened in the lasts five months. I think it should stay that way.

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