Battle Scars (l.brooks fan fiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Taylah get out of bed," my mother screeched, ripping of my covers and throwing school clothes at my face, "you're going to school today."

"Fuck off," I mumbled.

"Don't you dare tell me to fuck off, I will not accept that language in my house. Now get ready please," she said before exiting my room.

I grumbled a 'fine' then got up and went to the shower with my school clothes. I placed my clothes on the bathroom floor and grabbed a towel, after I showered I got dress. Man I hated school. I brushed my light brown-orange hair and walked down stairs.

"Don't dawdle and get in the car, you're making me late for work," mum sighed.

"Your fault," I mumbled. She could have just let me stay at home.

Ding.

Ding.

"Turn that shit off or answer it," she said as I sat in the car.

I looked at my phone.

Text from: Courtney

Taylah! There's a guest speaker at school today, so they're holding an assembly. First period off, woo!

I chuckled before getting out of the car and walking into school, just in time for home group.

"I got here as fast as I could," I said sarcastically to Courtney as soon as I sat down. Courtney laughed.

Everyone went silent as a boy walked into our class. "Hello class, this is our guest speaker today," my HHR teacher said as he followed to boy into class. "I'll let him introduce himself."

The guest speaker walked to the front of the classroom. "Hello everyone," my eyes widened and my heart felt like it dropped 10 feet, I could recognise that voice anywhere, "My names Luke Brooks," I gasped. The boy who had saved me. I heard girls giggle in the back of the classroom, 'he's from the janoskians,' one said. I took my time and looked at his features properly. He had chocolate brown shaggy hair,

"Today I am going to speak to you about depression, suicide and self harm. Many people have experience at least 1 out of those three topics I mentioned. Me? I've suffered from depression, even going as far as trying to kill myself. I know what it's like to feel worthless, like no one is there for you.

"But on the night of my suicide attempt, an elderly woman walked up to me and talked to me. One sentence stood out to me, one above anything else: 'you are loved.' I refused to believe her, but when I thought about it, I realised I am. I have fans who loved me, my nonna and nonno love me, I know that despite the amount of times I argued with my mum, she still loved me.

"I thanked that lady. I fought hard to stop my drug addictions, stop my suicidal thoughts. I threw out my razors and drew red lines on myself where I would usually cut to get out of the habit, I forced myself to stop getting in arguments with my mum and brothers, I apologised to the people I hurt. My scars have faded, my mum and brothers have a strong bond with me and I don't do drugs anymore. I fixed my life, all because of that one sentence. Because of that one lady. She saved me. I never saw her after that but I heard that she died 3 and a half months ago. Ever since the night she died, I went out every night to continue what she had started.

"The first suicide attempt was two weeks later, it was a girl around our age. I was beyond proud of saving her. I owe a lot to her, I almost gave up on saving strangers. Since I saved her I have saved 16 lives and counting. Now, I've got a worksheet for you to fill out which your HHR teacher is handing you. Fill it out and hand it to your HHR teacher," he finished with a shaky breath. I could almost see tears in his eyes, like this meant heaps to him.

I quietly thanked my HHR teacher as he handed around the worksheet. A depression, anxiety and stress worksheet. Great. I refused to answer it, I knew I had depression, anxiety and stress. I had been diagnosed with them so what was the point of them telling me it again in front of the whole class?

I looked at the window, watching as rain started to pour down. I liked rain. I felt like it represented me in some way, cold, miserable, sad. Sometimes it seemed something as simple as rain understood me more then my friends ever did.

"Taylah!" my HHR teacher (Mr Walsh) barked at me, bringing out of my little rain induced trance, "you haven't done anything!" He snatched the now crumpled piece of paper out of my hands. "Thank you Mr Brooks for your time this lesson, and I'm sorry that some people were rude to you," Mr Walsh said, turning to Luke.

"It was no problem, and I don't think anyone was rude. I just think some people are more private with how they feel than others. No one had to fill out the sheet. It was an option not compulsory," Luke replied, giving his best smiled which seemed forced. He was sticking up for me.

Luke gave a quick nod before exiting the class as the bell went. "Alright! Off to your next class!"

I ran out with my items, leaving Courtney behind and ignoring her 'hey wait for me!' screams. This seemed more important. "Luke!" I called out, looking left, right and centre for him. "Luke!" I called one last time, panting as I made it to the opposite side of school that I was mean to be on.

I jumped as someone came up behind me and said, "were you looking for me?"

I turned around to find him standing there, "Luke," I breathed. His eyes widened, he recognised my voice as I had his.

"You're- you're the girl that I saved two months ago," he gasped, lowering his voice to a whisper even thought there was no one around as the bell had gone a good 10 minutes beforehand.

"Thank you," I smiled. I frowned as his face dropped, as if reading my thoughts he said, "you've got scars on your wrists, fresh ones too." I nodded, he may of saved me from the drop but he didn't save me from the darkness and the burning sensation I got in my wrists whenever someone hurt me deeply.

"Meet me at the bridge tonight..."

"Taylah," I laughed.

"Taylah!" He finished, "meet me at the bridge tonight." and with that he walked off, slouching sadly.

He turned around, "why? Why continue if you want your life to get better?"

"They're my battle scars, they remind me what I've gone through and to never go through it again."

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