My life is a complete waste. I am a complete waste.
I must be, as I am bullied at school. That's the most miserable thing about my life.
It's always the same people also. Ashton Irwin, Calum hood, Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, and 2 of their slutty girlfriends.
I just disguise the pain with a smile and pretend I don't care. I haven't told my mum or my dad. Not that he'd care anyway.
Oh, and I cut. My parents don't know that either . I cover the scars on my wrist with loads of bracelets. They don't suspect anything.
Tomorrow, I'm going back to hell, AKA school. I've been off 'sick' for three days, but I am going back and dreading it. Oh well.
I watch some of 'The Simpsons' and then go to bed.
I get up, wash and do my hair. My hair is blonde and dip dyed bright blue. I decide to just brush it out. Then I pick my outfit : my joy division tank top, plaid shirt, high waisted acid wash jeans and a pair of navy vans.
I don't bother with makeup. I can't fix the mess that is my face. Finally I take a few bites out of my pancake, grab my bag that's covered in badges, and head off. I message my best friend Abbie to meet me at the corner of my street, and then make my way there.
She is already there. I go over and we walk off, talking. She is way prettier than me, glassy green eyes, wavy hair that is dyed a purplish red colour, and it looks so cool. When ever I tell her she is pretty, she laughs and changes the subject.
Abbie is bullied too. She also cuts. We are bullied by the same people.
We stroll over to our lockers (which are next to each other) to see the usual people standing there. "Where have you been then? Hiding?" Michael mutters. I raise one eyebrow. "Hiding? From what, you? As if dick head" I reply, smirking.
"What did you just call me, you little shit?" He grabs me and pins me against the locker. My heart beats so fast I can hardly hear myself think. I manage to answer though. "Didn't you hear, dumb ass? I called you dick head!" I regret it as soon as the words slip from my mouth as I know what will happen.
Abbie stares at all of them in disgust, until Ashton's girlfriend gives her a death glare. "What are you looking at, twat?" She sneers. I look at Abbie, still against the locker, hoping she'll say something. But she just ignores them.
I'm still being held up against the locker and I can tell they're all figuring out what to do with me.
"Hmm, what to do with a pathetic nobody like you, well they're are a lot of options, knock you out right here and now, kick and punch you without knocking you out, so it's more painful, or wait till after school." Luke sniggers. I don't care which one, as long as they leave me alone for a bit afterwards.
"I think the first and the last option are good, let's do both." Michael laughs. And before I know it everything goes black.
I wake up with Abbie sitting next to me in the hallway. "What the fuck happened?" I ask, clutching my head. "Ashton, Calum, Michael and Luke happened. They punched your lights out and they're going to get you after school to, so be careful."
I start itching the scars on my wrist. "What do you mean, get me after school?" I stutter, frightened. She shrugs her shoulders and helps me up. "I don't know JJ, but be careful as you come out of school, I'll come with you." She offers. I smile, but shake my head. "Nah, I'll be fine, I'll text you as I'm walking out."