He Saved Me||H.S

chapter 2

AN// hey guys. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. I just haven't been feeling mentally okay lately. But im back now. Now if u don't like blood or get triggered by blood or self harming pls do not read this chapter.

Scarlett's POV

You know what i hate the most about waking up everyday? Is going to this lovely place called hell. See i look at the principle as the devil himself then the teachers and students are just his little minions. What i would do to actually go to hell. ANYTHING is better then this place. I sigh heavily as i put my bag in my locker and grab my books. Just as I'm about to close my locker, it slams shut. I mentally roll my eyes knowing who it was without even looking up. Jason. Jason's one of my bullies. I guess you can call him the "leader" of the bullies. I don't dare meet his gaze as i know he hates when i look him in the eyes. One mistake i made though was trying to run away, and oh boy was that a mistake. Before i can even blink im pinned to the lockers. "Hey slut. Where do you think you're going?!" Jason smirked as he looked at me. See im usually smarter then to make two mistakes in less then 5 minutes, well im usually smarter then to make two mistakes at all but it looks like my brain isn't on my side today as i accidently stated him straight in the eyes. But for a second until i realized what i did and quickly clenched my eyes shut as I turned my face away, preparing myself for the beating that was coming my way. I heard Jason snarl as he threw me to the ground and started kicking me and punching me. I hid my face in my hands, refusing to let him see me cry as i pressed my teeth into my lip hard, trying to hold back my screams. And of course Jason caught on to what I was doing because he kicked me harder then he's ever kicked me, and in my face. I yelled out a blood curdling scream as my tears gave up and i was now sobbing in the middle of the hallway, curled up in a ball and an already forming bruise and a big bump on my head. "That'll hopefully teach you not to run away from me and look me in the eyes." He growled at me as he took one more kick to my stomach just as the late bell rang. I heard footsteps running off but i was too scared to look up. After about 5 minutes of uncontrollable sobbing, i get up and weakly reach up to gently touch where there was now a big bump on my head. I winched at the pain that shot through my body. I wiped my tears as i grabbed my books and ran to the bathroom. I have no friends here. No one who even tries to stick up for me. Granted i wouldn't let anyone stick up for me cause i don't like when others get hurt but it would still be nice to know someone cared enough to at least attempt sticking up for me. I let out a shaky breath as i went into the stall and sat down. I wiped my eyes and grabbed my bag. I started rummaging through it. C'mon. Where the hell are you? I let out a sigh of release when i found my only friend who has helped me deal with the pain. I pulled out the small, shiny object and put my bag down. I rolled up my sleeve and pressed it to be skin. I'm Worthless. 1. I'm Ugly. 2. I'm Fat. 3. I'm a Waste of space. 4. I sighed as i cut one more line on my wrist. I watched as the blood rolled off my arm onto the floor. Shit. My eyes widened and i started to panic. I grabbed my first aid kit i always put in my bag. I do this a lot. I wiped off my arm and wrapped the gauze around it. I then grabbed some paper towels and wet it then went back to the stall and bent down to clean up the floor. A sigh of relief left my mouth when there was no more blood on the floor. I grabbed my stuff and threw out the paper towels and ran out the bathroom and ran to class.

Soooo...what do u guys think? It's a little rusty but I'm trying. Lmk in the comments what u think i should add or change.

Much love,
Carebear💖