***Nialls POV***
"Bye sweetie, have a good day. Oh and make sure you don't trip and fall, I don't want to see more bruises on that pretty face of yours. Bye Niall-Bear, Mummy loves you." My mother called out from the car kissing my cheek repeatedly.
"Bye." Is all I said before I made my way into the dark, horrible corridors.
It felt like every time my feet had touched the ground someone was right behind me ready to scoop me up and kidnap me. Once they kidnap me I felt like I would go days on end being bashed to pieces, but then reality strikes. It's not like that hasn't already happened, its actually happened multiple times. It's been happening ever since I moved from home, I've gone days on end with pains, pains everywhere in my body. My eyes are always bruised, bloodshot and I swear my sights getting worse, my ankles and wrists have broken many times, my gut is always feeling terrible making me feel like shit every second of every day. My head is always stinging in pain, along with all that I have cuts and bruises all over my body.
"Is mummy worried about you tripping?" Louis cocked his head over to me and pinned me against my locker.
"Shit." I cursed under my voice to myself so no one could hear.
His eyes were like a sea blue but slightly darker which were piercing right through my skin as he threw a punch right square into my gut. It stung but I was sort of used to it by now, I had no friends that would protect me in times like this, no one to protect me. Times like this I just wonder why Louis and his gang chose me. Out of all the millions of people in the school they chose me. I only ask one thing, why me? If I could find the voice that lived inside of me I would ask them but I know for a fact I wouldn't get a straight answer, I know it'll make everything fifty times worse.
I felt blood pour out of my bottom lip as his fist reached my lips. The pain had started to become excruciating, unable to stand sort of pain.
"I said speak fag, SPEAK!" Louis said spat at me and then looked at someone behind him.
I stayed quiet knowing that even if I did talk it wouldn't be good for me, either way I couldn't win at their game.
Louis kicked me right on my bottom half sending me falling right to the ground. It was so painful; I couldn't even keep my body standing.
The bell rang and I noticed the boys walk down the corridor, as they did so everyone moved away. They met up with a curly haired guy and continued walking. I was just about to go to class until I heard a timid voice from behind me.
"Saved by the bell aye?" The guy spoke to me.
He had bruises all over his, the same places I had mine. He had caramel hair and he had brown eyes that looked like they were hurt and broken. He looked as if he just needed someone in his life, now that I think about it he seemed a lot like me. Although a lot more appealing in every way.
"Hi...?" I asked in a confused tone. No one ever talks to me so I don't get how todays any different. Maybe he is one of the phoneys that say that they are innocent but really they are just like the others. Only wearing fake makeup over there faces to make it seem like they've been beaten up but really they just want to hurt me.
I awkwardly reached over and touched the bruise under his eye. Wow this is really good makeup, this guy must be really wanting to hurt me... Like Louis. I shivered as I heard that name in my head, all the things he has done to me and all the things he has called me. I swear he still has so much to do to me in his mind. Im so defensive less and small, there's nothing I can do to stop them.
