whispered voices. lowered heads. eyes on her.
she tried to ignore all these things but couldn't. she looked from side to side to see people's mocking gestures, bring a pencil eraser to there wrist, pretending to cut it.
this hit her hard.
no, she fell hard as someone tripped her to the floor. her books scattered all around.
she hit her forehead on the concrete floor making her vision go blurry as the tears hinted at her eyes.
laughing from all around echoed in her head, along with there words.
"it's why you get, you slut!"
"don't worry. should've been a soft landing with all that fat to save you!"
"keep cutting and hit a vein you emo bitch!"
all these words hitting her heart like an arrow through her back. she tried to shake it off but she couldn't.
her head pounded hard, and she brought her hand to her forehead with the last of her energy.
blood.
her forehead was bleeding. the red liquid on her hand became blurry as she fell unconscious.
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