Bullied by 5 seconds of summer

Chapter 3

Sam's POV
I awoke up at 5:43, I didn't feel like sleeping because my body ached the entire night. I stood up and walked over to the bathroom and checked my wounds.
I checked my body and saw all the bruises from last night. I still had all the marks from yesterday expected the hand print that Michael left on my face.
I sighed and took a quick warm shower. I then got out and dried my hair. Then I walked to my closet and and got some blue skinny jeans a dark red sweater and some old converse.
I put on the clothes, then grabbed my make up kit, and added some light mascara. Then I made my way down to the kitchen. I saw my dad left me some McDonald's pancakes, eggs, hash browns and apple juice.
I ate and then went out side and started my car that just got back from the mechanics I got in and put on my seatbelt and started the car. Somewhere in Neverland by All Time Low stared playing.
I sang as I made it to my ugly ass school. It's more like a prison. "Nice ass" a random dude said.
I ignored him and went straight to my locker and grabbed my history books.
That class was hell. I had all of my bullies in that class and the worsted part is is that I have to sit in between Luke and Calum. And Michael and Ashton sat very close behind me.
I walked in and took my seat, but when I tried to sit down my chair was pulled out from under me and I fell on my butt. Everyone laughed. I want to punch the person who did that but I knew I couldn't do anything about it.

I got up and got my chair and sat down and started writing. All the boys tried to bother me but I managed to ignore all the hateful comments.

History was over and so was art. Then it was lunchtime and I was getting my lunch. Why do I even bother getting lunch when I don't even eat the lunch.

I was grabbing mashed potatoes and gravy that I got from the cafeteria. Then I was walking towards the bathroom I was almost by the door when someone tripped me. I looked up seeing Luke laughing his ass off with he's friends.

I got up and got my tray but the tray was taken away from my hands and slammed into my favorite sweater! The person who slammed it was of course was Ashton. Ashton started yelling out "fat pig" and the entire school started chanting "fat pig".

All the teachers were in a meeting and the old cafeteria ladies were pretty much dead so they didn't hear it. I started to crying and made my way into the bathroom.

I went into the stall, and sat and took off my favorite sweater, and I started to cry even louder. I took out my blade and slice my left arm and blood gushed out.

I stopped crying cause the emotional went to physical pain. Then I sliced another slice in my arm, which kinda looked like a sad face. Which represented me.

I walked out of the stall and grabbed some paper towels, and wiped my arm. I put back on my sweater. I did care that it had gravy on it I wasn't going to expose my arms.

I slowly walked and felt very light headed. I made my way to my locker, but the headache took over and the last thing I remember was collapsing to the ground.

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