2 months passed since me and brooklyn kissed. I also met his family. They're so nice.
Brooklyn hasn't talked to me since 5 weeks ago and it's so wired. I mean, why is he doing that?
And the good news is that I haven't seen madison for ages. I think she moved somewhere. Well, I'm glad that there's no one to bully me. I also made friends with a girl named Bella. She's so nice and we have a lot in common.
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Next day (Monday):I woke up at 6 to get ready for school. I fucking hate Mondays.
I wore my jeans with black T-Shirt and a black jacket on it since it was freezing out there.
I made my hair into a ponytail and did my usual make up.
I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to my mother and walked to school.
When I was bringing my books out from my locker, I felt someone hit me so badly. I turned around and saw Madison... Well shit.
"hey bitch." She said while laughing with her friends.
I just ignored them and ran into my class.I had the same class with Brooklyn. I saw him looking angry and sad at the same time. Dude... What's wrong with him? What did I do? He didn't talked to me the whole class.
Soon, the school was over. I was walking home, but then I felt someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in a dark street with no cars and people in it. I was shaking.
I pulled my head up and saw Brooklyn. He had still his hands on my arm, while we were staring at each other and our faces were inches away.I could say he was quite angry. After a while staring at each other, he pushed me and I fell on the floor. My heart was beating so fast. What was he doing?
"I HATE YOU." He shouted loudly.
"YOU'RE JUST A WORTHLESS BITCH." He shouted again.
Then he left.I was still on the floor, my foot was bleeding and I was crying so hard.
Oh my God...
I ran home as fast as I could. I ignored my mom and went into the bathroom and locked the door.I sat on the floor and started crying again. While I was crying, I saw my blades. I took one of them and started to cut my both wrists.
Then I laid down on the floor, thinking what just happened today.
Blood was everywhere.
I felt dizzy,
and everything went black.

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Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]
FanfictionHe was like fire. You could stare at him forever, but so dangerous to touch and play with. He was like a song I couldn't get out of my head. Hard as I tried, the melody of our meeting run through my mind on an endless loop, each time as surprising...