Battle Scars

17 year old Emily Banks is bullied by everyone. Her family, her school, people online... They all hate her. She gets pushed against lockers, smacked, and kicked, and no one seems to care. Until, her bully starts to notice her scars, and her smile. Her beautiful smile, the one he has so ruthlessly taken away from her. Can Emily's bully save her, before it's too late?

*trigger warning*

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7. Chapter 5

*italics indicate the story is being written in a flashback*

Emily's POV

Today's the day. My first day of middle school! I'm super excited, because this means that I'll be leaving my treacherous old Elementary School, and joining the real world, the middle school world. I've been surrounded by the same boring people half my life, it's time to change it up!

I leap out of bed, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I pad straight to my dresser, opening the top drawer and pulling out my previously constructed outfit. You only get one first day of middle school, you know.

While pulling on my maroon Abercrombie shirt, I multitask and begin to brush my teeth, something I've gotten accustomed to after many late mornings last year. I'm half way done brushing my teeth when I have my whole outfit on. Maroon shirt, denim Jean cutoffs, and some black flip flops on my feet. Today is going to be amazing.

*skip rest of morning*

My school bus pulls into the gigantic school's parking lot, and I get my first glimpse at my new school. It's way bigger than I'd ever imagined, and made of stone, not the usual school-bricks. It has three floors, judging by the Windows I can see. I can't wait!

After hopping off the bus, I scan the schools parking lot, looking for my classmates. To the far left I spot a group of kids walking through a gate that seems to lead to a play field. I pick up my pace, and reach the gate. All of my classmates -new and old- are inside the fence, playing ball, or sitting and talking. I spot my friends right away.

I sprint over to the table that all 20 or so of my friends are occupying. There are some new kids, but I think they'll be nice. "Hey Tiffany!" I call out to my best friend. We haven't talked all summer, since she went away to sleep away camp in early June. To my horror, she just turns her head the other direction, pretending to listen to one of the new girls' story. "What's up, Grace?" I say to another one of my friends, scared and hoping to get a better reaction out of her.

"I cant talk to you anymore, Emily." She states, crossing her arms protectively across her flat chest. "W-why?" I question nervously, what happened to our tight bond? "We don't hang out with- lesbians." Tiffany snaps, flipping her long hair in my face. "But- I'm not-" I start as the bell rings. They all pick up their bags and walk to the side door of the school ready for class. Something I would never be able to experience, the first class of first day.

I never made it to school that day. I ran home, slamming my bag on the floor and running up the steps. Mom and dad had a huge fight this morning, and pieces of broken picture frame litter the staircase. I march into my room, slam the door, and grab my new smartphone. I power it on and read the horrifying texts it has been sent. One message stands out. The first message. It was sent to me and 74 others. It reads "Emily Banks is a lesbian. We know your secret, Emily."

Who would do this? I collapse on the floor crying. I'm not lesbian. It wouldn't be bad if I was though, would it? I get up off the floor and stomp into my bathroom. I know what to do. I ran my razor, and pop it open, grabbing the blade inside. I've never cut before, but I've seen it in books and on television. Before I can have second thoughts, my anger makes me slide the cool metal across my bare and untouched wrists. It feels good. I know I deserve the pain I'm feeling. I'll deserve it the rest of my life.

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