I was so angry. Always just so overwhelmed with anger and hate. But him, he made me feel like nothing. I hated him. Him and his friends. I just wanted them all to leave me alone, I had done nothing to deserve this kind of belittlement. I wanted to die. I wanted to leave.
I was so done with all of their shit, but one day I had no idea I was going to lose it that badly. It was always going to be too late...
Michael Clifford... What can I say, he is a prick. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so much before.
Then there's his little 'gang', wow... They make me so angry and yet they have never seen me snap. No one has ever seen me lose it completely before, and that scares me. I just want to scream. Run away from it all. To leave and never look back at this torturous life I was living.
"Look who it is guys! It's Callie.... Hmmm, what shall we do with you today" Michael practically shouted down the hallway, I stopped dead in my tracks. I closed my eyes tight. I could feel them getting nearer. Everyone else in the hall way went silent and quickly made their way to the edges of the corridor as not to get in Clifford's way. "Bitch! Answer me!" He yelled. I slowly turned around, he was closer to me than I had expected "what do you want Clifford?" I said trying to sound brave. "Hahaha, oh my... Callie, don't you see? I want you, I want you to die!" He laughed at me encouraging his friends to laugh along and shout abuse. He walked towards me so he was right in my face. "And I will get what I want Hemmings." He whispered followed by a smug smile. I spat at him,right in his face face. He slapped me hard without a seconds thought. "Fuck you Clifford! Fuck all of you!" I screamed before running off leaving Michael to wipe my spit off his face.
I ran to the girls bathroom and locked myself in the furthest stall. A tear slipped down my face. I rolled up my sleeves only to reveal everything I hated. I heard the door to the bathroom open I quickly and quietly stood on the toilet so my feet wouldn't show in the gap under the door. "Where the fuck are you Callie?! I know you're in here!!" It was Michael, I covered my mouth with my hand so he wouldn't hear me breathe. When I didn't answer I heard the door to the bathroom lock. "Shit" I whispered. "Come out Callie, I'm so tired of this bullshit! Just face me like a man you stupid little whore." At first he sounded mad and then disgusted. I got up, unlocked the door and walked out of the stall. My eyes were filled with tears.
Michaels POV
She looked dazed, her sleeves were rolled up and there were all these scars on her arms. It looked quite disgusting and made me feel sick. I couldn't help but stare at her arms. "Care to stare any longer?" She snarled as a tear trickled slowly down her cheek. "What are all those scars? I mean... I know what they are... B-But why?" I asked. "They are how I deal with my problems, okay?" Her voice cracked and then the tears escaped her eyes. "It's disgusting" regretting what I had said as soon as the words left my lips. "Ha, y-you're the reason why some of them are there..." She stared at the floor and rolled down her sleeves. "It's not like I asked for this, no one asks for this. Everyday is just another battle with you, I hate being here I hate being at home. I'd be anywhere but near you or near home. I hate you Clifford..." She wiped her tears and walked towards the door and walked out.
I stood in the girls toilets for a few more minutes trying to process what had just happened. I locked the door and slumped against the wall. "I'm one of the reasons she hurts herself?" I whispered. I got up and went to class.
Callie's POV
I walked out of the bathroom and to the outside of school, I sat in the tree in the secret passage way where Michael's gang used to hang out. I burst out into floods of tears trying so hard to keep quiet as I could hear people on the other side of the hidden passage way. When the voices left I let it go. I sat in the tree for what seemed like hours. I sat staring, thinking, I don't know what about. I realised I'd stopped crying and checked my phone. 14:00. "Shit" I whispered, I jumped out of the tree and made my way to the principles office.
I knocked on the door and entered before anyone Mr Woods (principle) had the chance to speak. "Ahh Callie, what a surprise" he said as I slumped down into one of the chairs opposite his desk. "What can I help you with today?" He asked with an almost cheerful smile. "Can I stay in school tonight?" He looked a little dissapointed, "C-Callie... I'm not sure if that's..." I cut him off "You let me the last few times" I whined "Please? I'm not going home so it's here or the streets." I stared at him waiting for an answer, he seemed pretty hesitant. He'd always been very kind to me and my family, he was great friends with my mother before.... Before it happened. "Fine. But same rules apply, you stay in the girls locker room and you don't come out until school starts. Okay?" "Thanks so much! And ermm I wasn't in my last lessons so can you email me the work and I'm not going to last lesson either." I then got up and went for the door. "Callie, please try and go to your lessons. You're really going to struggle if you don't." And with that, I left.
