3. pain blood and bruises
I went to go sit down until I noticed a kid sitting their. I scanned the room for any other open seats. Then the only open seat was next to Nash. He smirked and patted the seat. I knew he did this on purpose.
I sat down and he patted my back really hard. A silent tear dropped down but you could hear it as if you could almost hear from a million miles away he then poked my bruises. Then poked my back more blood.
Nash then leaned into my ear and said, " Go you suicidal freak I see the blood on you why dont you cut deeper into the cuts you have." I looked into the blue orbs that were evil. Tears streaming down, him smirking. I couldn't stay strong.
I then got up. The teacher asked whats wrong I mumbled nothing and just went out. I ran to my locker grabbed my pennyboard and rode home as fast as I could. I changed into sweats and a large sweatshirt. I cried I went into the bathroom my razor calling help yourself.
I threw it at nash's window I then just sat with my head in my hands. I remember going to sleep there drifting Iinto a sleep. I heard fighting but I couldn't move DADDY DONT GO!!! Its when I awoke crying. I then just sat down. Looking into the space how pathetic I am ugly fat worthless disgusting attention whore slut and suicidal freak I am. Im not a whore though. I am still a virgin. I also wear clothes that fit. I dont cake my face with makeup. Those are the girls at school. They like them since their famous.