You Broke Me

~Non-Famous~

Abigail Thompson stands out. She cuts and cries. Why? Because the popular teens bully her to no end. They call her horrible names and hurt her. Worst of all, she has no one to go to. Her mom is an alcoholic, and her dad left her. She has one friend, Sarah, but she's afraid Sarah may be drifting away from her. So when Harry Styles, one of the worst bullies, starts to flirt with her, Abigail feels threatened. He bullied her for years. But will she change her heart, and is he actually wanting her?

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1. Everyday's The Same

Abigail:

I walk down the hall, books clutched in my arms. I walk carefully, watching for tripping hazards. I move faster, when I spot my locker, not too far from me. Suddenly, someone sticks their foot out. I hit it and tumble to the floor, sending my books and papers flying. I wince as I hit the floor hard. I look up and see Harry Styles, my bully, since 7th grade, laughing. I groan and stand up, grabbing my books. ''Watch where you're going.'' he says, between laughs. I turn and see other kids laughing. ''Outta my way.'' Harry says, pushing me, and walking away, with his friends close behind. I try to ignore the chants and laughter coming from everyone, and walk to class. ''Hey Abby.'' I hear from beside me. I look up and see my only friend Sarah Parker, next to me. ''That was horrible.'' She says, pointing to the crowd of kids, still standing in the hall. ''Who did it?'' I sigh, ''Harry.'' ''Him again?'' I nod and wipe away a tear. ''Same thing everyday.'' Sarah nods, ''Since 7th grade, when he started.'' I sniff and walk faster. Sarah catches up. ''It's okay. You have me.'' I nod and stop, so  she can pull me into a tight hug. Then, we continue to class.

*****

''Mom!'' I call, walking in the door, and kicking off my boots. I trudge upstairs and find my mom, passed out on the couch. She was out all night, drinking and came home at 7:00 this morning. I sigh and walk to my room, dropping my bag on the floor when I enter. I quietly close the door and flop on my bed. I pull up the sleeves on my sweater and see the cuts I inflicted last, were healing fast. I pull the sleeve back down and sit up. I swing my legs down to the floor and stand, walking to the mirror. I look at my reflection and cringe. ''Is this why they hate me?'' I whisper to myself. I look at my too-big nose, my dull grey eyes, my thin lips. I twirl my hair, the only thing I like. It was golden brown, and rested just below my shoulders. I let go of my hair and switch my vision to my body. I frown at my boobs. ''They're too small.'' I say to myself. I lift my shirt and stare at my flat stomach. ''Nothing wrong here.'' I murmur, pulling my shirt back down. I sigh and sit back down on my bed, turning on my phone. I saw I had an email. From a person named, Doorman123. I open it and my eyes widen. ''Dear Abigail, You have no friends. You're ugly and stupid.'' I read aloud, tears escaping my eyes. I turn off my phone and put it in my pocket. I hear my mom yell, ''Abigail Anne Thompson, get down here!'' I wipe my eyes and walk downstairs. ''Yes mom?'' ''Why the hell didn't you wake me up? Oh, and you could've done something around here.'' I sigh and sit down. ''I just got home from school.'' She grabs my wrists and pulls me up. ''You're a worthless bitch!'' I smell the alcohol, still sticking to her breath as she shouted. Without warning, she slaps me. I feel my cheek burn with pain, as she pushes me away. ''Go to your room.'' She growls. I run down the hall, and make a turn into the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it. I look at my cheek in the mirror, and gasp. A large red mark was forming. My lip starts to tremble as I sink to the floor. I reach into the cabinet and pull out a razor. I bring it close to my wrist, my hand shaking. I slowly cut into the skin, and watch the blood trickle down my arm. I place it down again and make another cut. I repeat until I have 4 cuts on my wrist. I throw the razor and silently cry on the floor, letting the blood stain the floor. Suddenly, my phone goes off.

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