Slowly giving up {discontinued}

Part 2-Junoir year

As I make my way downstairs I hear the dreadful voice of my father, talking to himself again I presume.
I step foot into the kitchen and see him chugging a bottle of beer, I try to steer past him but his glare tracks me. "where are you going?"
He asked making me flinch a bit.
"t-to school"
I trembled as I failed to stop shaking.
"leave then!"
He yelled making me jump.
"s-sorry I'm going"
I quickly grabbed my premade lunch and put it in my bag.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and stumbled out the door.

Junior year, I'll try my best.

As I walked to school I felt the urge to fall on the ground crying but I contained my emotions, like I always do.
I walked up the steps of the school and was immediately pushed, I hit my head against a stair and heard faint laughter.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw a group of girls laughing.
"Can I help you?"
I asked trying not to seem scared of their actions.
"Shut up loser"
One of them kicked my bag and they all walked off.
A tear escaped my eye and I quickly wiped it away.

I stood up and went to pick up my bag until another hand was there, I flinched and backed up.
I looked up and saw a boy, hazel eyes and sharp jawline.
"Sorry, uh here's your stuff"
He picked up my bag and handed it to me.
I was hesitant to grab it from him but quickly did.
"Erm thanks"
I looked down and continued to walk until I was stopped by his voice.
"Uh my names Ethan"
I bit my lip and tapped my foot as anxiety filled my body.
"I-I'm y/n"
I continued walking and kept my head down.

I walked to my locker and put my stuff inside.
I put a mirror inside and looked in it.
I traced my scar lightly with my finger and snapped out of my gaze.
I grabbed my math book considering I had math first.
I closed my locker and found my way to the math room.

Just in time, I made my way to an empty desk with no desk partner, hopefully it stays that way.
After 5 minutes the door opened and I moved my attention towards the door.
It was Ethan, the boy I met earlier.
"Sorry I'm late"
He softly spoke as he darted his eyes desk to desk looking for an empty seat.
He looked at the one beside me and walked over.
Please don't- he sat down next to me and smiled, I slightly smiled back and looked down at my work.
After awhile the bell rang meaning time for the next class, hopefully I can make it through.

As I walked out of the class I felt a hand grip my wrist I pulled my wrist back immediately as instinct from the pain.
I turned around and saw Ethan.
"Sorry"
His soft voice spoke, I looked up in his eyes and hid my wrist in my sleeve.
"It's alright"
A slight smile spread on his face and I smiled back from instinct.

As the day went on, my emotions got the best of me.
A tear dropped down my cheek and onto the paper.
I wiped it and quickly stood up.
"May I use the restroom"
I quietly asked the teacher.
"Yes"
I quickly left the room and made my way to the restroom.
I looked in the mirror and tears left my eyes uncontrollably.
I couldn't stop thinking about- I need to stop thinking about it.
I wiped my tears and took a deep breath.
I went back to class and resumed my day as usual.