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basically for my reference

TWS: cussing, crying, degrading, bullying, depressing thoughts

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Coral's POV

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I think everything started when he said I looked dumb in dresses.

He said I looked like a ten-year-old girl who was too immature. He said I looked like my mom still picked out my outfits.

I let his words go to my head.

So, I started wearing different clothes. Not super different, i guess, but not very much like what I usually wore,

Really depended. I'd wear sweaters or button ups or tee-shirts. All with jeans or leggings.

No more dresses.

I started wearing my hair in a ponytail. Sometimes in a bun, and rarely ever down.

He said I looked weird.

I told him to leave me alone.

It was too much...


Noah was seventeen.

He was Matt's best friend. Or, one of them, at least.

Noah was cool. He was popular, right up there with Matt.

He was athletic.

Noah was tan, he had brown eyes and brown hair, and usually wore tee-shirts and jeans.

You could usually find him hanging out with Matt and his bandmates, which was the group he hung out with if he wasn't with us.

Matt and Noah even had a few inside jokes, a cool handshake...

They were really close...

I didn't like that.

I didn't like Noah.

Noah scared me.

I shook my head at the thought.


He had gotten worse.

He told me I was nothing.

He said I didn't deserve to be friends with matt, because he's cool and I'm a nobody.

Maybe he was right...

I wished that I could say what was going on.

I couldn't. I had to deal with it alone.

It was fine. I could do it by myself. I didn't need any help.

No I couldn't...

He said I had no right to act confident when I'm the biggest nothing at school.

He told me I was a freakshow.

He said I'd never find love.

It... 

It hurt because...

Because he was right. He was right....


Eventually, Noah started hanging out with  our main group, too.

Everyone liked him.

Half of the time, I had to leave. it was too much. 

He was scary.

I hated being around him.

Why did my friends like him?

What was so great about him, huh?!

NOTHING! NOTHING WAS GOOD ABOUT HIM! 

Deep breaths. Deeeep breaths....

There was nothing good about him. What did any of them SEE in him?

I couldn't tell you.


He got worse. Every day.

He started to tell me I didn't deserve to be friends with Matt, because he was cool and I was...

And I was me.

He told me I didn't deserve my friends.

He said Sorrin would never like me back because I was a freakshow. I was weird and he was cool.

He'd smirk while he stared me down.

He said I shouldn't be happy...

"You exist. You exist and you're fucking weird, so stop being weird and STOP being happy. NO ONE should be as happy as you. Stop being who you are, or I'll knock your fucking teeth out."

That's what he told me.

I tried dealing with him. I tried, I tried, I TRIED.

He wasn't a reasonable person...


We had a free period.

I mostly talked to Matt, since Sayako and Holly were being dumb and fighting, and Sorrin was reading.

I kept stealing his water bottles because he kept pouring them in his eyes.

Finally, I got up to leave because I needed to go walk.

I went alone.

Walking was fine. He wouldn't torment me because I wasn't walking to class.

I was at the water fountains. I got a drink, because I needed a valid reason to have left.

I got a drink and as I turned around, I saw him.

Tan skin.

Brown eyes.

Brown hair.

Cocky smirk.

Noah.

I shook my head.

"stop it. leave me alone. I don't.."

I trailed off, tears filling my eyes.

"You are a NOBODY. You suck. You're fucking disgusting, you are a freakshow." He taunted, each tease worst than the last.

I started crying.

"You are not worth anything."

He smirked as I cried, walking away.

I quickly wiped my tears as he left, blinking and getting more water.

Then Sayako walked over to me. 

"We have to talk." She stated as she took me away.

I just nodded, still shaken.

I didn't know what to do.

How was I supposed to handle this? I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS!...

I stayed quiet as Sayako led me to an empty classroom.

Well.

Empty aside from all our friends. Matt's bandmates included, and Joe.

Oh no.

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