Jschlatt x Reader

I Hate This...

The next day, I was getting bullied at lunch. "Goddamn, you're such a loser! Why don't you just kill yourself?" Jack questioned. "Shut up," I replied. They then pushed me down to the ground and started kicking me. "STOP!" I begged. They didn't stop. None of them did. When I came home, my mother saw me covered in bruises and cuts. "Y/N! What happened?!" She asked. "You know what..." I replied. She then left with a sad expression on her face. I felt okay though. I was used to this. I just listened to a Jschlatt comfort audio. Schlatt was 15 at the time. He was my favourite. But, it happened again and again. Everyday. And nobody cared. And neither did I.