Falling off the Edge-under heavy editing

Chapter Twelve

Edited 03/1/16 (new year yay!)

As the bell rang signalling students that they could go home, I was thinking of ways to possibly disappear, run away or die. Because home was the last place I was going right this moment.

Lily was going to murder me. I knew this Kellin guy was bad news. Well, not him but hanging out with him. It's a shame because I really enjoyed talking to him today since Angie was busy with student council all day. She texted me several times apologising.

I scuttled off to the girls' bathroom (because it was after school why would anyone come in here?) before Kellin or Lily could find me. I locked myself in the cubicle. I knew I couldn't hide forever. Heck, what am I saying. I'd chain myself to this cubicle if it meant not facing Lily.

This sickly reminded of the time when Jamie got bullied. Because of me. I was dating the captain of the rugby team, Nick Kline, and he was perfect. Strong, buff and gorgeous. He had shiny golden locks, ocean blue eyes and a body which resembled one of those guys on Twilight or something.

He was smitten with me and basically did everything I told him to do. If I told him to get me lunch from it hidden school, he'd sneak out and get it. If I told him to fetch, he'd go and retrieve the nearest stick and run back to me like a puppy dog. If I told him to beat someone up, he would.

And he did just that.

Jamie Lawson was a sweet little boy. He was a year younger than the rest of the year because he got moved up. He was smarter than our whole year's IQ bundled up together. Yes, he was a kid genius.

No one liked him. But they didn't hate him either because no one really know about him. They just knew him as 'that kid that got moved up a year'. And he kept under the radar as well. He was happy just studying his eyeballs out day after day. But I had to mess everything up as always. I had to basically ruin his life just because of that one measly little incident.

One day, our maths teacher had given us so much homework, I thought my brain cells were going to shut off at any moment. We were allowed to work on it during class so since little Jamie Lawson was sitting next to me, I decided to hit him up for answers.

"Hey you," I said, not able to remember his name at that moment. I didn't remember most anyone's names back then. Only the important people. Such bullshit. "What's 2 to the power of 10?" I asked him. But silly Jamie, he thought I was testing him. To see if he really was the kid genius that all the teachers thought he was. And possibly because of the fact that the question was so damn easy. I couldn't believe I didn't understand that before. I guess I was busy calculating how many minutes you could go kissing without air.

He chuckled and answered, "1024. Even a monkey could get that." He answered. That set something off inside of me though because me being the dumb bitch that I was thought he was comparing me to a monkey.

I narrowed my eyes at him until they were only tiny slits, "Did you just say that I was a monkey?"

I could see realisation hit him pretty quickly as he looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. His eyes widened instantly as he waved his arms around, "No, no, no! I meant- I thought- Oh my god." He now looked like he wanted to cry. I guess he wanted to do just that because he shot up out of his seat and ran straight out of the room. I growled in anger and as soon as the bell rang, I marched over to Nick where he was doing rugby practice.

"Babe, I need to talk to you." I told him and dragged him away from the field. He had a lost look on his face. He was dumber than me so of course he had no idea that I was fuming.

"What's up? You wanna make out?" He asked. You would think that he was joking or being cocky but I knew that he genuinely thought I pulled him away from practice because I had sexual needs that needed attending to.

"No, I need to ask you a favour."

That favour was to get Jamie back for me. I told him the reason and he was almost as mad as me. It's almost comical to think that both 15 year old people can get so worked up over something so stupid but we did.

I heard later that day that Nick had beaten the life out of poor Jamie. Weeks, maybe even months, after that Jamie started to get beaten up everyday by several members of the rugby team. It wasn't like he did anything to them. It was most likely because they were bored. I heard about him getting cornered in the boys change rooms. It was quite awful.

I had started something terrible. To someone so innocent. It broke my heart thinking about it. He eventually moved schools and I never saw him again.

"Sum-mer." I heard Lily come in sing-singing my name. It was like a scene
out of a horror movie. I shuddered, snapping me out of my momentarily flashback. "I know you're in there. I asked Kellin." She said and laughed. More like a cackle of an evil witch. She certainly had the nose for it.

And what the hell?! How did Kellin know where I was? For the love of God, now I had a murderer and a stalker after me. Why was he so obsessed with me anyway? It wasn't doing me any good. It's only going to get me killed. Speaking of getting killed...

She found the locked cubicle and started banging on it.

"Look, how about we make a deal. If you come out now, I'll make it less painful for you. If you don't, I'll beat you're fucking ass up so bad tomorrow. Now which would you like?" She asked in a soft tone. Which was even creepier.
I knew that if I didn't come out now, I'd be dead tomorrow. Not that I wouldn't be dead now. I'd just be less deader. That's not even a word. God what was I doing making up words in a bathroom with Lily right outside probably with a shotgun. Let me tell you, I would not be surprised.

I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. I saw Lily's smug face.

"Now, you're gonna see just what happens when loser emo's like you flirt with guys like Kellin." She pulled out something from her bag. It was...
A knife?! Was this girl for real? She needed to be sent to a mental hospital immediately. Who carries a goddamn knife around huh? A psycho. That's who.

"L-L-Lily, please, I promise I won't ever do that again just please don't use that on me!" I screamed. She smiled probably sensing my fear like a lion getting ready to hunt it's poor pray. That poor pray being me.

"Well, you cut yourself anyway so why does it matter?" She snarled. She brought the knife closer and closer to me.

And cut.

I let out a scream.