𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~Last day Pt.2~

"Well well well... look what we have here." Zeke said as he stood in front of me, a victorious smirk etched on his stupid face. "You didn't think I'd break tradition... did you? Oh you poor thing... you had hope, didn't you?"

I walked backwards, my back hitting my locker. Zeke took dangerous steps closer to me, a mischievous look in his eye. "You know... you should be thanking me... you're famous... everyone has seen your videos! Everyone has laughed at the amazing pranks I've pulled! Everyone loves you!!"

"No... they love you. They love you for giving them something to watch, for picking on some kid for everyone's pleasure." I spat, Zeke's stare hardened, his smirk turning into a glare. "You know... you're right Cooper. No one loves you, they love me. No one cares about you, they only want to see you get hurt, get prank'd and humiliated so they can laugh. No one want's you here Cooper, you're pathetic, worthless and you're a waste of space for everyone."

I could feel tears in my eyes, not from the glitter, but from his words. He was right, no one loves me, no one cares about me. Everyone takes pleasure in my misery, laughing at my misfortune. Everything Zeke was saying was right.

I looked around, suddenly becoming embarrassed as I saw everyone staring at me, laughing as the shone their phones towards me. I should be used to this by now, it's happened for seven years already, but I'm not... I'll never be used to this.

"Every single day, I've had to remind you that no one wants you here Cooper, that it would be better if you just kill yourself. And yet every single fucking day... you come back. You're like a bad smell Cooper, you hang around when no one wants you here, no one needs you here." My eyes landed on one person in the crowd, holding a camera directly at me...

Xavier...

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, I tried to wipe it away but Zeke grabbed my hand. His free hand grabbed my jaw harshly, shoving me against a closed locker. My arm hit it hard, my still healing cuts aching. I blinked away the tears, I would not show him I'm weak.

"Awh, is little Cooper going to cry? Will he run home to his daddy? Oh wait, you don't have a daddy, do you? That's right! Poor little Cooper lost his dear Daddy in a car crash! Oh what a shame..." Zeke said, he pushed me harder against the locker, my jaw and head began to pound, the pressure becoming to much.

A pained sob escaped my lips as tears started to fall. "St-stop! Please!!"

"Why should I worm? Why should I stop? Is poor, pathetic Cooper beginning to hurt?" Zeke said, laughing maniacally as I held in my cries. "S-Stop... Please!" I said, I looked into the crowd, looking directly at Xavier. He just kept recording... he kept watching.

"You were put in this world for one purpose Cooper, showing people what a real life mistake is. But, I guess you've served your purpose now... haven't you? Just do us all a favour, go kill yourself."

Zeke slammed my head back against the locker before letting me go, I fell to the floor, a few sobs escaping my lips. Everyone around me laughed, enjoying my misery. Zeke shoved me against the locker once more before leaving.

A few people came closer, taking pictures of me before saying something harsh and walking away. Xavier was the last one to leave, he didn't take a photo, he didn't make a comment... he just left.

Felicity and Damian dropped down beside me, Felicity brought me into a hug, not caring about the dye and glitter that covered me. "Dude... a-are you okay?"

"I want to go home."

~~

"Where are the eye drops?"

"They should be in my cabinet, small bottle in the med kit." I said, Damian walked into my bathroom. Felicity was sitting behind me, pulling glitter and clumped dye out of my hair.

Damian came back out with eye drops, my eyes were completely red from the glitter and the dye. "Okay, I've got the eye drops." Damian handed me the small bottle, we had already washed my eyes out three times, getting all of the dye and most of the glitter out, now they just stung really really bad.

I put three drops in each, blinking quickly, even though it hurt. I let out a groan as I leant back, Felicity moved slightly so she could continue pulling glitter out of my hair.

"We... we might have to um..."

"To what Felicity?"

"To shave your hair..." I felt my eyes widen, I shook my head. "Nope, nuh-ah. I am not cutting my hair!" I said, refusing to even think about cutting or shaving my hair. "Just- give me a minute, I'll try and get the dye out, If I'm stuck with glitter so be it."

I stood up, making my way into the bathroom. I started the shower, stripping down and hopping in. I put my head straight under the water, running my fingers through my hair viciously in the hope of getting the dye and glitter out.

After an hour scrubbing at my hair, I was certain I had gotten rid off all of the dye. I got out, wrapping a towel around my waist as I walked over to the mirror with a smaller towel. I dried my hair, checking for any pink dye. It's all gone, there's still some glitter but oh well.

There was still a hint of blue in my hair, but the brown was starting to show through again. I'll probably leave it, I prefer my brown, curly hair anyway.

I put on a pair of boxers and sweat pants I had brought in, I dried off my top half before walking out of the bathroom and towards my drawers. "Cooper... why do you have the bandages on?" I felt my heart stop, shit. I hadn't told Felicity, or anyone for that matter about my meltdown on Sunday night.

"I uh... I had a bit of a meltdown on Sunday night..." I said, feeling a bit embarrassed. I grabbed a long sleeve shirt out, a blue one with the Gun's 'n' Roses symbol on it. I pulled it over my head, putting it on quickly in the hope that Felicity wouldn't ask about the cuts.

I was wrong.

"No, shirt back off please." I heard Damian chuckle in the corner, I took my shirt back off, taking a seat on my bed as Felicity sat beside me. She pulled the bandaging off, looking at the six new scars on my forearm.

"Cooper..." I hung my head down, my fingers brushing over the scars. "I should have told you... I know. But honestly, I might have done more if Blake hadn't of knocked on my door." I muttered, I felt Felicity pull me towards her, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.

I rested my head on her chest, wrapping one arm around her waist. My eyes focused on my arm, counting all of the lines I could see. The funny thing is... I have over a hundred cuts on each arm... yet my mind is far more scarred then my wrist will ever be.

I'm still broken either way...