"My name is Zack. by the way." He said before he got on the train.
I got on too, but in a different cart. For the whole ride I was speechless. I couldn't believe that someone in the world would ever actually care about me. He saved my life. I didn't even thank him.
But when I got to school I hated him. Everyone was staring and calling me names and saying the things they said in the messages I recieved. I had no idea what school the boy went to but the next time I see him I will kill him.
I sat down on a bench in a corner and cried. No one saw me and no one looked for me. I cried and cried and cried. Then I pulled out my pocket knife. I cut. I cut my legs too. I cut everywhere I could. I cut and cut and I couldn't stop. I cried as well, and the tears stang when they hit my cuts.
I want to kill myself. I should stab myself instead of cut.
I was about to stab myself when I spotted Zack in the corner of my eye. He was standing there, staring at me. I couldn't believe he actually let me cut myself without even trying to stop me. I liked him again. But when I looked deeply into his eyes I knew he was going to stop me from killing myself again.
"Don't do this. I can help you. Come over to my house after school. Trust me." Zack said. Normally I wouldnt enter someones house without asking my mom or getting to know them first, but he saved my life, I'm sure he won't do anything to me.
After school I went home with him. He showed me his room and introduced me to his parents. Then after about half an hour, he took me home.
My mom met him too. She was happy I had a friend, but I wasn't friends with him yet. I hid my cuts from her and didn't tell her about the attempted suicide.
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Little People
NouvellesJust a little bit of love from a little bit of heart can make a big amount of change When Sam loses the only friends he's ever had, he becomes depressed. Worse, he has no one to defend him. He has been bullied since 7th grade, but never really cared...