(⚠️⚠️F slur and bullying⚠️⚠️)
Mondo's p.o.v
Yup! It happened again. Sitting in class thinking about Taka again.
'why do I like him so much? I just met him 3 days ago and it's like I'm totally obsessed with him now.'
I wonder if he likes me ,too? Probably not. He is "Mister Perfect" and I'm the dumbass biker. (⚠️ CRINGE WARNING ⚠️)
I was just sitting there when all of a sudden a picture showed up in my head
Him being pressed against the wall with me on top of him giving him kisses and hickies on his neck. (Authors note: I'm sorry. I hate myself!) I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my head. It wasn't working.
'why am I thinking about that?!'
I couldn't get it out of my head. It just stayed there taunting me.
*Bell ringing* Everyone started leaving and got up and walked out of math.
I was walking down the hall when I saw him
'oh no! Oh great! god damnit!'
"Hey, Mondo!" Taka said waving at me.
"Hey, Eyebrows!"
"Are you doing ok? You look really red!"
'Damnit he's too cute!'
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?" I lied
"Yes, but are you sure?" He is really concerned now. He lifted his hands to my forehead, but I stop him before he could.
"Yes, I'm good, Eyebrows!"
"Okay whatever you say. Would you want to walk with me to class?" He asked with the sweetest smile on him.
" Hell yeah I do!" I said a little to excited.
"Language, Mondo!"
"Fuck." I mumbled
"MONDO!" He yelled while hitting my arm.
"Hehehe. C'mon man it was funny."
"No It wasn- We should turn around." He said grabbing my arm and trying to turn me around.
"Why, what's wrong?" I said looking up at the hall.
"Awww Look! It's the hall monitor and his boyfriend!" Junko said to her friends and then looking at us
"We're not dating!" I yelled back.
"Oh, of course not, totally my dear." Celestia said leaning on the wall.
"Junko, maybe we should just leave them alone-" Mukura said trying to pull back Junko.
"SHUT UP! I just wanted to say hi to the f******!" She snickered to her friends.
"What the fuck did you just call us!?" I yelled walking up to them.
Celestia grabbed Junko and Mukura's arm and started running while Sakaya followed and laughed.
I turn around to see Taka about to cry.
"Hey it's okay. I'm right here." I told him while rubbing his arms.
"I know." He said looking down.
"Are you okay?"
"I just want to get to class." That's all he could say.
"Okay, let's go then." I told him while we started walking.
(Timeskip to the end of the day)
Taka's p.o.v
I was walking down the hall and heard heels slamming on the floor behind me.
"Hey f*****! Where's your boyfriend?" Junko teased at me.
"Yeah, where is he, Ishi?" Sayaka said grabbing my arm.
"Is your bodyguard somewhere else?" Celestia added.
"Leave me alone please." I asked.
"No way! You're so fun to hang out with!"Junko said with an evil laugh.
I tried walking away to only having the collar of my shirt yanked on. I got slammed into the wall and Celestia and Sayaka held my arms down as Junko pulled out a switch blade and started cutting my stomach.
"AHH STOP! HELP!" I tried to move, but the pain was so much
"Celestia, Shut him up!" Junko yelled still cutting me. She punched me in the mouth. 'What did I do to them? Why are they doing this?'
The girls let go of me and I fell to the ground holding my stomach.
The girls were laughing and giggling.
"There you go! You look so much cooler now!" Sayaka said cleaning Junko's knife off. The girls laughed and ran off.
I got up and saw a bunch of Bright pink blood. I walked to my dorm holding my stomach so no know could see.
When I finally got in there I walked to the bathroom and turned shower on. After I had cleaned my blood off of me I walked out and got some bandages and wrapped it around my stomach. I then hear the bell ring.
*Ding dong bing bong*
Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Can you please come to the office please? Kiyotaka Ishimaru.
I'm heart started racing. Maybe it was a student I had to take care of.
(Timeskip because I'm lazy)
"Ishimaru can you please come with me?" Mr. Kirigari asked me as I nodded and followed.
"Take a seat, Sir." He motioned at the chair in front of his desk.
"Am I in trouble, Sir?" I asked worried.
"No. I don't how to sugarcoat this, so I'm going to just tell you straight up.
Ishimaru...your father was..found dead last night."
"W-What!?"
"Detective said it was from alcohol poisoning. I'm very sorry for your lost, Ishimaru. Tomorrow you don't have to go to any classes, but it would be wise of you to see the school counselor." Mr. Kirigari told me. All I did was nod and walk out.
"Thank you for telling me ,Mr. Kirigari."
"You're welcome, Ishimaru."
'why do I even care? My father hated me ever since mom died. He didn't love me at all so why should I care about him?!'
This was the worst day ever I didn't care anymore I ran to my dorm and flopped on my bed sobbing. (⚠️⚠️Cutting ⚠️⚠️)
I looked over and saw a pencil sharpener I had used for my homework. I broke the pencil sharpener to get to the razor out, I ripped my jacket off and looked at my forearm. I could see all the old cuts I did to myself. I remembered telling myself that I wouldn't do it again, but it's just too much for me. I put the razor to my skin and started pressing while gliding it towards my stomach. "AghHh!" I started hyperventilating, i kept doing it till there were like 8 or 9 cuts. I put the razor in my nightstand and started crying even harder now. The bright pink blood got all over my sleeve, so then I had to change my shirt. I was walking towards my closet when I look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom.
'I hate myself so much. Look at that. There's cuts all over me, Bruises. I don't care anymore, if I die I die. No one will care!'
1093 words. Sorry, this chapter was long.
I have some things I wanna say.
1. The reason why Taka hasn't done anything to Junko or her friends is Cause he doesn't want to hurt them
2. I'm sorry to do that to him.
3. I'm also sorry, That I'm making Junko, Celestia, and Sayaka do that. I just get that mean girls vibe from them. I'm sorry.
4. ACCEPT YOURSELF. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD!!❤️❤️
Alright I'm done. Go on with you're regularly scheduled program.
