The Boy

Sabby Moore is just an Australian girl. A girl that has a lot to deal with. She is constantly bullied and tormented, her mother is a drunk with abusive boyfriends and Sabby can't take it anymore. She starts to have suicidal thoughts. When everything seems to be getting worse and worse... she joins a website and begins talking to a boy. But when this boy reveals who he is, will Sabby believe him? Can he show her what it means to smile?

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5. First cut

“Attention class!” the teacher at the front of the class impatiently clapped his big, hairy hands together to get the students attention. It didn’t work, since the students were still rudely chatting and texting on their mobile phones. “Class!” The voice rose slightly, though it didn’t make a difference.

Like a ghost, Sabby listened though; she put her books carefully on one of the desks in the back right hand corner of the room. It was the perfect spot where she could be left alone. Where paper airplanes wouldn’t be thrown at her, where she wouldn’t be constantly prodded in the back, where people wouldn’t pull out bits of her curly hair just for fun. It was a safe place… well not exactly, but it was still a place where she could be alone.

“Class in session!” The teacher, Mr. Dylan, nearly yelled this time, and instantaneously the twenty students went towards their desks. “Thank you!” He sighed in relief and then went towards his desk to check his schedule.

Silently Sabby opened her maths book, and turned to the homework which she knew Mr. Dylan would check for. She had completed it in class before, and was proud of her achievement.

“Okay! Turn to your homework please!” Mr. Dylan came back to the front of the class with a sheet of paper in his hands where he would check off it the assignment was completed or not. It took five whole minutes to check before he went towards the blackboard and wrote a few names down. “Can these people see me at lunch?”

Good, Sabby thought, my name’s not on it.

“We will now proceed to a new part in this chapter,” Mr. Dylan went on to explain the next concept of the chapter. Uselessly Sabby carefully looked on, but not understanding a bit of it. Tears came to her eyes. When he asked if there were any questions, Sabby put up her hand.

“Sir, I don’t quite understand….” She mumbled, fiddling with the pleats in her dress, rather embarrassed.

“Sabby, if you don’t understand it, you shouldn’t be here,” Mr. Dylan sternly said.

That did it. Sabby couldn’t handle it, she ran out of the classroom, crying, trying to block out the eruptive laughter from the classroom. The toilets were on the other side of the school, so she ran there, and locked herself into the end stall.

“Why?!” She yelled into the air, waiting for an answer. “Why are you so stupid and dumb?!” She hugged her knees, and put her head down, in an egg position, pulling on her hair and started to cry uncontrollably.

She didn’t know how, but suddenly a sharp object glinted in the sunlight filtering through the barred windows. Slowly, she reached for it. no… don’t. Don’t you dare Sabby Elizabeth Moore. Don’t. She didn’t listen to herself as she made contact with the sharp object and saw the edge of it. Perfect.

Next she looked at her left arm, since she was right-handed, and slowly rolled up the blouse she was forced to wear since it was part of the uniform. The skin by her wrist was white and spotless. Not even a brown sunkiss. Perfect.

“No, don’t…” She whispered through tears as she held the sharp object in her hand and made the first cut. The pain didn’t register through the numbness of what she was feeling. She watched as a single red line, and a lump appeared, with a bit of blood slowly oozing out.

There. She had done it. Something she swore she would never do. She had made her first cut.

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