It's been a month since Luke and I got into our fight. We still aren't talking. He is still with Chloe. And every night, I cry myself to sleep. It's getting worse and worse. Leo always asks what's wrong, but I don't tell him. I haven't even been talking. School is just getting worse. My grades are going down, I'm losing my friends. I'm not popular anymore. My life is getting worse and worse.
"Violet. Come on honey." My mom said. "I don't wanna go." I said. "Honey you have to." She said. I sighed, but walked out the door.
I entered the school is sweatpants, boots, and a long, long sleeved shirt. I never wear that to school. But, because of my cutting, I have to wear that.
Everyone looked at me. There were whispers here and there. Some of them I heard. Some I didn't. "Why is everyone staring at me?" I asked Michael, who was no next to me. "Could be because you're wearing sweatpants and long sleeves." He replied. I sighed.
"Luke, you have to talk to her." My dad said. "Dad. She just blames things on me. How am I gonna talk to her?" I replied. "Look, when Ms. Damon and I stopped being friends, it was over a stupid reason too. But we forgave each other. You two need to talk." He said. "But-" "Lucas. Listen. You and her are supposed to be inseparable. You're supposed to be together. And this thing is tearing you apart." He said. "Fine. I'll talk to her." I said. He smiled, and I got out of the car.
"See you after class." Michael said. I smiled. "Hey!" Someone yelled. A girl came running up to me. I've never seen her before in my life. "Can I help you." I snapped. "You know, you even look like a bitch." She said. "Excuse me! Who are you?" I asked. "I'm Baylie. Chloe's cousin." She said. "I don't know what Chloe has said about me. But-" "oh she told me lots of things. Like how you hurt her everyday, how much of a bitch you are. And more." She said. "Look, I'm really not in the mood, so please. Just leave me alone." I said, pushing her out of the way. "Bitch! Don't push me!" She yelled.
By this time, there was a huge crowd of people around us. She threw me against a locker. "You are the bitch she talks about!" She yelled. I didn't say anything. "What's up with the long sleeves? You never wore sleeves." She said, taking my shirt off, leaving me in my tank top. I just stood there. "Look at you. No wonder why your mom left you. She saw you when you were born, and she didn't want such a ugly child like you." She yelled.
The crowd was going crazy. People jumping around, laughing, yelling, screaming at me. "That's why your mother left! She saw your ugly face, and didn't want you!" She yelled. A tear escaped my eye, and fell down my face. She punched me in the face, three times. "Be mean to Chloe, I will hurt you even more." She said, dropping me.
The crowd left, and I was crying on the ground. There I was, curled up in a ball, my hair over my face, hysterical crying. "Violet." Someone said. I knew who it was. Luke. I didn't move.
"Hey. Hey. It's alright. Come here." He said. I felt his kneel down next to me. I moved closer to him, and laid my head on his lap. "It's alright. That won't happen again." He said. "H...h...how do y...you k.know?" I managed to get out. "Because it won't. I'm so sorry about everything." He said.
He moved me hair out of my face, and took my hand in his. He looked down my arm, and I dropped my head in shame. "You started again." He said. I stood up, and showed him all the places I cut. I showed him my thighs, my stomach, and my wrists. "There's an L." He said pointing to my thigh. I nodded.
"What else aren't you telling me?" He asked. "I get bullied now." I said. He jumped up. "By who!" He yelled. I didn't say anything. I know how much Chloe means to him. "Violet. By. Who." He said again. "Chloe." I mumbled. "What!" He yelled. "Luke. Calm down." I said. "I-I didn't know she bullied you." He said. "You mean you don't see her kick me, hit me, pull my hair, laugh at me, call me names?" I asked. He shook his head. "I never noticed that." He said.
"Because you weren't supposed to." Someone said. Chloe. Luke pulled me behind him, and held his arm out in front of me. "Why are you protecting her? I'm your girlfriend. Protect me. From her!" She yelled. "First of all, Violet is my best friend. And always will be. Second, you're not my girlfriend anymore." He said. "Run along to your cousin." He said. She stormed off.
"Woah. Did that just happen?" I asked. He laughed, but nodded. "Come on." He said. "Where?" I asked. "Let's get you home, and strong again." He said with a smile.