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Kiani

Kiinqtonq pov
I sit in the bathroom stall crying. I roll up my sleeve to see my arm littered with scars, old and new. I pull out my razor and draw it across my skin. I suck in. Just a bit deeper I think. Deeper, deeper, deeper! Next thing I know I have about 20 cuts. Some barely breaking the skin, others needing bandages. I cry, sinking to the floor. I think about what led me to cut again.
------flash back------
I sat at my desk, taking my notes. Suddenly, I am falling to the floor. I look up to see my old best friend. Jordan is laughing at me. "Haha, the fag is on his knees where he belongs!" He yells at me. It's sad that he used to be my best friend. He stopped after a came out, now he's just one of my bullies. I go and grab my stuff. He kicks me and I fall to the ground. I suck in my breath. It's hard to breath. "Why don't you do everyone a favor, and fucking die?!" He yells at me. Tears prickle at my eyes, but I don't dare let them fall. The teacher comes in and sees what's going on. She comes and helps me up and glares at Jordan. "What is going on here?!" She yells at him. He just shrugs. I look at him in the eyes. His smile fades a bit when he sees all the sadness in my eyes. "Okay." I whisper. I rush out of the room and towards the bathroom.
-----end of flashback------
That brings me to why I'm a bleeding crying mess. I look at my arm. It wasn't deep enough to kill me. I throw the useless razor. It was to dull to cut deep enough. I pull my knees to my chest and focus on calming down. I here the bathroom door open. "Will?!" It's Jordan. I just freeze. What is he doing here?! "Will, are you here?!" He yells. "Go away!" I croaked. He runs to my stall. "Will!" "Why are you here, haven't you caused me enough torment?!" I yell at him. I hear I hiccup. Is he crying?! "W-will I am so sorry!! I didn't mean to hurt you!! I was just scared!" He sobs. "Scared of what?" I ask. He goes silent. "Scared of what?" I repeat. "...o-of loving you." He whispers. My eyes widen. H-he loves me? "Liar!" I yell. "No, I'm not!" He yells back, "I am telling the truth! I was terrified! You know how my family are towards gays." His family are the biggest homophobes I know. They disowned his brother for being gay. "So that gives you a right to torture me?" I squeak, opening the door. I'm crying again. "No, of course not!" He yells. He goes to hug me but freezes. I was confused, until I realize my arm still shows. I quickly roll my sleeve down. Jordon grabbed my arm and rolled my sleeve up. "What are these?" He whispers. "Can't you see!" I yell. "Why would you do this?" He asks. "You said die! So I tried! But the razor was worn out from use." I say looking down at my feet. Jordon engulfed me in a hug. "I am so sorry." He whispers. "It's okay." I reply. He shakes his head, and pulls back looking me on the eyes. "No, it's not." He says. I smile. "Thanks for finally caring." "I can't unwind the past, but I can try to make your future a happy one! Please, I love you will, go out with me." His eyes shown wih so much love, I could tell he was serious. I laughed " I see that you are still cheesy!" I joke. He chuckles. I peck him in the lips, smiling. "And I would love to date you." He smiles and pulls me in for another kiss.