Everyday is the same routine: go to school, be alone, get beat up, and go home. I just don't understand why Zayn turned on me, I thought we had a better relationship than that. He was like the brother I always wanted but never could get. I sat in the classroom in the corner and thought to myself. Today was Wednesday and it was only a half of day of school before break...thank God! As the bell rang, I stormed out of the class. Hopefully I wouldn't see "them" today. I really wasn't in the mood.
I got to my locker and hurried to undo my combination. I tried to get everything out as fast as I can. I finally got everything out and closed my locker. I then felt someone's cold hand on my shoulder. This gave me a chill.
"Where the hell do you think you're going. You know the drill" Zayn then turned me around, grabbed me by my collar, and pushed me against the locker.
I started to defend myself. Blocking all the punches that swung my way. This angered them even more. I was clueless, I didn't see it coming. Before my eyes Niall rammed his fist into my eye. Starting to swell as blood dripped down.
"Is princess going to cry" Louis mocked me.
"He still didn't get enough" Harry commented.
All the boys prepared to beat me again but I made it through them. Almost falling onto my face to cause more pain. I heard footsteps appear closer and closer behind me. I made it out the door and ran towards the gate leading outside of the school grounds. Finding myself in an unfamiliar area, I've taken a path I haven't noticed before. Confused with the resources that surrounded me I turned around to five tall figures. Zayn making a pounding sound with his fist and Liam just standing behind betraying a character that isn't him. He didn't belong.
"Running just puts you in a worst position than before" Louis smirked.
I was tired. My body was throbbing in pain. I had no escape. I had to take it like a man. I had to stay defenseless and let them pulverize my already hurting flesh.
"This time no disruptions" Harry spoken slowly.
"Yeah, no disruptions" Niall co-signed.
Zayn kicked me a few times in my abdomen. The others did whatever they pleased. After twenty minutes it seemed to be over. They chuckled and left me behind. I limped to my house which wasn't far from the school and fell to the floor.
My parents weren't home so I just laid there on the couch. I was tired. I had no one to talk to. I didn't have the strength to write down my feelings in a journal so I sat there thinking. Thinking of what could make me feel better. Sharp images appeared in my thoughts. The dripping blood dried and rested on my cheek. Without thinking it through I walked in the kitchen and slid open the drawer. Pulling out a knife. I've already felt pains traveling through my body but this seemed to be a reasonable solution. In many cases this was the best thing to do in my situation. I grabbed the slightly sharp knife and went upstairs to my room. I kept wondering... Should I? Should I do this?
I placed the knife above my skin and almost pressed down. The door opened and I immediately jumped and placed the knife under my pillow.
"Knock First..." I sassed. I looked up and saw neither my dad or mom. "What are you doing here". I had no idea why she was in my room.
"Can we talk. It's very important" Ariana said. Ariana is my lab partner. It so happens that she is unfortunately Zayn's girlfriend. Wait, how the hell did she get in my house.
"No thank you. On another note, how did you get in my house" I yelled. I didn't trust her at all. If anything, I hated her just because she associates with "them". They're bad people which makes her bad adjacent.
"You dropped your spare key. I wanted to return it. I don't see why you don't want to talk to me" Ariana stressed. No she didn't just say that! She basically makes my life a living hell. She doesn't even deserve to be in the same room as me.
"Ok bye" I pointed to the door. Hopefully she would take a hint and leave.
"Fine I'll leave you jackass! I was just trying to help your sorry ass. But nevermind" she walked out of the door. As I heard the front door slam, I took the knife from under my pillow and examined it. I started to have doubts and second thoughts about this. Why hurt myself when it would make me feel worse about myself. But that's ok. Karma is a bitch. What goes around comes back around right?
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