My Bully ~ Tom Kaulitz

PT 1

This chapter does contain somethings that might be triggering. Keep that in mind

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It's wonderful that it is finally Friday. I would be out of this shit hole for a good weekend. The only bad thing is that when I go home, they are still going to be there until tomorrow. However, the weekend is all mine. I was so into my thoughts about what I was going to do this weekend while my parents are out doing their stupid drug addict shit until I felt paper being thrown at me. Typical. Not only do I have to deal with my parents, but I also have to deal with this. Great. I ignored it as I didn't want to show Tom satisfaction for getting attention from me. I hate him. He's so cocky and thinks he is cool or whatever but he chose me to bully. Isn't this world just wonderful? He's been bullying me since the beginning of 9th grade. Before, we didn't have a problem with each other but out of nowhere it just all went down hill, which made me just want to kill myself more now that I had to deal with Tom too. Either way, my life was going to be shit so what shouldn't I have expected? Things kept being thrown at me, but I didn't budge. No way is he getting his "victory" today. Class ended and I got up and quickly walked out of class, not trying to get bothered by him and his group. His group consisted of 4, him, his twin brother Bill, and two of his friends, Gustav and Georg. Those 3 other boys didn't do anything to me, it was all just Tom. I was friends with Bill. It was kind of a secret in a way, just because we didn't want any more trouble with Tom. I set some things in my locker since I didn't need them anymore, and closed my locker. I turned around to go to lunch to see Tom and his group in front of me. I sighed and tried to walk away but my wrist was grabbed, throwing me back into my locker. "And where do you think you're going?" Tom looked at me with no care, like he was ready to hurt me again. His strong German accent was very annoying to me. I groaned at the pain of my wrist being held tightly, but that's just because of the cuts. I was about to say something when he punched me in my stomach, causing me to go forward out of breath.

"Fuck Tom!" I stood back up and pushed him. He stumbled back and found his balance again.

"Did you just fucking touch me!?"

"Yeah, because you just fucking punched me in my stomach. It's called self defense!" I raised my voice at him. Nobody cared who Tom bullied. Well he mostly only did it to me but that shouldn't matter. Why is everyone so afraid of him?

"Yeah, and so what!? I can do what I want." He walked closer, towering over me. "Touch me, or push me again and I'll fucking make you regret it. Got it darling?" His eyebrows furrowed and he pushed a hair strand behind my ear. I slapped his hand and walked away to the bathroom. What an asshole he could be? I never did anything to him, ever. And all of a sudden he fucks up my life more. Might as well just not be here anymore if there's no point. I entered a stall and sat down. Tears filled my eyes as I was finally alone, able to let my emotions out. Why does my life have to be so fucked up? What did I do to deserve this? As tears fell down my face, I picked up my bag, grabbing a blade out. I always carried one around me. This was just a way up escaping reality for me, other than jumping off a cliff or hanging myself. I pulled my sleeves up, revealing the old scars and the recent ones. I began to cut deeply as I winced from the pain. Even though it hurt, it felt good. Addicting. I did 2 cuts on my left, and 2 on the right. I took some tissue paper, cleaning up the blood before it dripped on the floor. After cleaning it up, I wrapped my wrist around in tissue paper just in case it still was bleeding and it wouldn't go through. It wouldn't be noticable either way since I was wearing a black hoodie. I finished bandaging my wrist and walked out, cleaning my hands with the blood that was still on them. I dried my hands, walking out to see a little bit of people in the hall. Since it was lunch time, I usually go to the rooftop of the school and smoke. And that's exactly what I did. I sat with a cigarette in my hand. This was just another way to escaping reality. Again, addicting. But I'm not addicting like my parents, who do drugs and drink alcohol almost all day and look like a dried up skeleton. I'm hoping I don't end up like that, but I doubt I won't. Surprisingly, at least to you, Bill always comes up here to talk with me. Everyday at lunch. He knew my schedule on a daily basis, which is why I'm so thankful for him.

"Hey y/n." Bill came up behind me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. Me and Bill are close, but not like brothers and sister. I'm not going to lie, I have small feelings for him but I know he doesn't like me. Or at least that's what I thought.

"Hi Bill." I turned my head, giving a small smile. I passed him the cigarette and he took some puffs.

"Im sorry about Tom. I would really do something but you know..." I felt his stare as I knew he felt sorry, even if he didn't do anything.

"Ah dont be. It's Tom. Nobody does anything." I shrugged my shoulders. He passed me back the cigarette, pulling me close by the waist. I let my head fall onto his shoulder as we were sitting in silence. That's my favorite to do with Bill. That's why I like him.

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Walking home was the best for me. I didn't like taking the bus because of Tom. He always did some stupid shit to me. But going home was even worse, it was hell. I quietly walked in through the front door, not trying to make a sound because I didn't want my parents to get mad. You know, they are drugged and addicts, so by that information you should understand why. I closed the door behind me, and carried onto my room. I set my things down, shutting the door and jumped onto my bed. I exhaled feeling glad it was Friday. Even though I get all this shit thrown on me, I still take good care of myself. I just dress lazily. But it was time to do homework and have a snack. I don't eat at all, it's usually just a snack once a day throughout the week. But on weekends I eat okay because I'm alone and free. I open my drawer that had snacks like Skittles and bags of chips. I grabbed some hot Cheetos and a water bottle and threw it on my bed. I grabbed my school bag and sat down on my bed, beginning the dreadful homework that my stupid English teacher gave us. I have decent grades but it's not good enough for my parents. They didn't even go to school so why should they care? Exactly.

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I finished my English homework and put my bag away. My parents left not too long ago, not coming into my room. They never cared. I decided to text Bill, it was only 6 so why not?

Bill 💓

hey Bill

hi y/n
what's up?

nothing
i just got done with
homework so im bored

well wanna call?
im free

yes!

We ended up calling and talking about our days. He talked about the band he was starting with Tom and his friends, and I was very happy for him. But then I ended up falling asleep on call, but not fully asleep.

"Y/n, you tired?"

"mhm"

"i can hang up if you want"

"no stay on call with me"

"okay, i will"

Even though my eyes were closed, I could feel his smile through the camera. Not long after, we both fell asleep.

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Hey babes! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter so far. What do you think about it? Let me know. Also I'm trying to be "more professional" in this book, as in my writing so yeah. Xoxo <3

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