Save Me. (Tate Langdon fan fic)

The Beginning.

I shoved my books in my bag and marched out of school. I didn't bother to look back at that idiot Sarah. You know, it felt so good punching her right in the jaw. Her flabby knuckles didn't hurt, although it was funny seeing her attempt to hurt me.

Sarah Washington, second most popular girl in the school. Cheerleader, of course, and dates one of the hottest guy in the school. She's super fake and is mainly bones with Kylie Jenner's lips. She hated me, and she didn't even know me. I hate basically everyone so she was just one of the highest.

Ever since I lost everyone, I thought we could be friends, Sarah took advantage of that and used me as her punching bag. I was never strong enough back then. Now, I just knocked her out, and I'm proud.

I told my mum as soon as I got home that school finished early and she didn't care.

"Hi Darling, how was your day at school?" my step dad asked.

I just wobbled upstairs to my bathroom and ignored him. I didn't like my step dad, he could never replace my real dad. I rinsed off my bloody and bruised knuckles and dried them. I decided to change into my black ripped skinny jeans and my big grey hoody. I pulled the sleeves past my wrists and pulled the hood over my head. My hair was down so all I could see was scruffy brown hair as I looked down.

I grabbed my phone and plugged my earphones in. I turned my music all the way up and listened to dubstep. I flopped onto my bed and drifted off.

A few hours later I heard mum screaming my name, to come eat dinner. I never at a lot, only the healthy meals.

"SKYLAR!!"

I groaned and yanked my earplugs out and got up and threw my phone on my bed. I walked down stairs and sat on the opposite side of the table as mum. Our table was tiny so only four people could fit. Two on each side, mum and Leon sat across from me and I sat on the other side. I looked down at my plate and it was two pieces of chicken, salad and chips covered in salt. I nearly threw up in my mouth. I could already tell how much weight I was going to gain. I picked at my chicken and finished my salad.

My mother and my step dad left the table and went to the living room. So I got up and scraped my food into my pet dog Willow's bowl. She would eat anything, even though she's 15 years old.

I went back upstairs to have a shower. I looked down at my legs as I felt the hot water drop down my skin. All I could see where cuts, and I was proud. I never had the guts to and when I did, I didn't noticed it worked until it stung a little and bled. It felt good.

There were many around my waist and under. I didn't want to do an obvious place, so I released on my upper thigh.
After I got out the shower I put moisturiser on my face and brushed my teeth. I blow dried and straightened my hair for tomorrow.

You never know when someone new is going to come.