Love You Until Death | Emo BoyxBoy

Chapter 3 | School

((Zak's POV))

"P-Please.. stop..!" I pleaded but was slapped across the face."Shut up Emo!!" Trent, the jock, yells at me. I tried to escape but a hand grabbed my arm hard which caused me to yelp and was dragged into the men's restroom. "Please please please don't do this!!" I cried, tears streaming across my face.

Two of Trent's friends were grabbing my arms to put me in place, leaving me standing up. Trent chuckled devilishly."You know you want it. You gay whore!" he laughs as he starts to unbutton my red skinny jeans. Please...kill me..kill me, kill me, kill me..I don't deserve to live!!

"NO NO NO PLEASE TRENT DON'T DO THIS-AH!" I moaned unpleasantly as he slid his hand in my boxers. I just kept crying as he licked my neck while grabbing my 'member'. I'm such a whore, I let them do what they want to me..I didn't like it, not one bit. I don't deserve to live.. I want to be with my father...No one wants me alive anyways..

The bell rung for first period as he and his friends dropped me, leaving me in the restroom, alone, scared.. I whimpered softly as I pulled my skinny jeans back on. "I'm nothing but a whore..a WHORE!!", I yelled to myself and quickly dug into my backpack and found my only friend, my blade. I put it to my wrist as I saw the beautiful red liquid started streaming down my damaged wrists.

"This one is for being a whore..", 1 cut. "This one is for Dad." 2 cuts. 5 cuts. A total of 8 cuts on my wrists I made. I cleaned the blood off as I put my earbuds in and listened to 'Goodbye Agony' by Black Veil Brides.

I grabbed my book bag and headed to language arts, first period. As I entered, I took my earbuds off as I heard people snickered 'gay emo' or 'faggot' as usual. I ignored it and walked to my desk that's in the back right corner of the classroom. No one sits by me anyway so it's my personal spot. All period, my language arts teacher, Mr. Jones was blabbing about writing and figurative language as I sketched in my sketch pad as usual. It felt like I was in that class forever until finally, the bell rang as everyone ran out of the room, literally. As usual, I was the last one to leave. As I was done packing, I headed out the door.

As I was walking down the halls, I spotted Trent with his pack of friends. I gulped as I snuck behind a group of scene people, hopefully for him to not notice me there.

I was wrong...

"Yo Zak!" I turned around and in a blink of an eye, I was hit by a football and fell to the floor, clutching my stomach. "owww....." I grunted. I heard laughs and giggles from people but I ignored it. I got myself up and stumbled to next period, Art.

I entered into the room as more people kept calling me names. As usual, I ignored it and walked to my seat until BAM! Someone tripped me and I fell to the floor as I hit my head on the hard table. The WHOLE class exploded with laughter and I was about to cry a little until Ms. Donnie shouted at everyone to settle down. I got myself up and stumbled over to my seat all the way in the back. I wiped my eyes and slipped one earbud and listened to 'Lost It All' by BVB. People kept throwing papers at me but I ignored it. Because that's all they can do to irritate me.

"Pass these papers to the back so everyone can get one", Ms. Donnie said as she sat back down at her desk writing stuff on her papers. Ugh, I hate it when she says that because whenever she tells students to pass the papers to the back, I get my paper from the FLOOR. Yeah, the FLOOR. Because this jackass in front of me always pretends that he 'drops' it and people start to laugh whenever he dose it! As I see the papers come closer, I knew what's going to happen.

"OOPS! Sorry Zak didn't mean to do that, it must have slip out of my hands again!" he apologizes sarcastically as the paper drops to the floor. I hear chuckles and giggles as I got up from my seat and picked it up. I gave him a death glare as he turned away.