Dont Let Go

Anne Grayson was not the bully, but she was the victim. No, not everybody knew, but the ones that did, made her miserable. As she went into the bathroom and stared cutting herself, someone stopped her. Tall, black hair that was short, but not too short, bright blue eyes, cute. Half of her said punch him. The other half said 'I want him to be mine!' What will she do? Read to find out.


3. I Am Done!

I was debating on weather or not I should go to the mall with May or not. I finally decided I was

going shopping. I didn't feel like staying home with my brother and his friend. I pulled out my phone and called May.

   "Hey, wanna' go shopping with me?" I asked.

   "Well," She began. "being seen with you is kinda social suicide."

   "You're fucking kidding me." I sighed.

   "I'm sorry." She said sympathetically.

   "I am sure you are!" I yelled sarcastically as I hung up. I slammed the phone against my bedroom door and Adam came in and questioned me.

   "What are you doing?" He yelled.

   "I'm going shopping!" I yelled back as I stormed out of the house. I was sick of her shit! If she were a true friend, she wouldn't ignore. She would go to the mall! That evil bitch!

 When I got to the mall, everything was fine, until I got to the jewelry.

    "You're too slutty to where that." Was the first remark I heard. Then other people started in on me. One girl walked up to me and grabbed everything I was holding and threw it.

   "We need to burn those now! It got its germs on them!" She hollered. I ran as fast as I could out of the mall and drove home. Life kept getting worse and worse. I was going to end it. Say goodbye to it all. I was done.

I ran into the house and slammed the door shut. Adam and his friend were sitting on the

couch. Adam shot up out of his seat.

    "What the hell is wrong?" He asked.

    "What's wrong? What's wrong. Ha you're asking what's wrong. Well, My best friend acts like I don't even exist, I have been bullied since I was fucking ten years old, and as far as I'm concerned, I am the only one that give a goddamn shit!" I yelled. He stood there frozen. 

    "Don't believe me look for yourself!" I said as I tossed my phone to him. He caught it still in shock. I stormed off into the bathroom without closing the door. I pulled a knife out of a secret place and started cutting over the scars that were already there. I cried and cried. The pain was unbearable but that didn't stop me. I slowly moved the knife up to my wrist, but before I could cut, someone grabbed my other wrist. It was a guy. Tall, black hair that was short but not too short, and bright blue eyes. he was cute... ish. Half of me wanted to punch him. The other half wanted to wrap my arms around him and ever let him go. Instead I just starred into his big worried eyes.

    "What are you doing?" I asked.

    "Your too pretty to die." He said shakily.

    "What do you care?" I questioned as I tempted to pull away. He just gripped onto my arm even tighter.

    "I'm a witness now. I cant let you do this." He said sharply. He carefully took the knife out of my hand and set it down on the counter. He didn't take his eyes off of mine until he started washing my cut off. I didn't look away from him. He smiled at me and turned the water off. He then wrapped his arms around me and carried me to my room. He set me on my bed and headed toward the door.

    "Wait!" I said quickly. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. "What's your name?" I asked.

    "Ryan." He smirked and walked out of the room. It took a while before it hit me. Ryan! The Ryan! The Ryan that my sister never shuts up about just saved my life!

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