Slowly Dying

Chapter 2

I sat on the floor of the bathroom, not bothering to go to my first lesson. I just sat there, contemplating life. I seriously want to die. Nobody will come in anyway because they'll be in a lesson. I heard the door open and looked up.

"You ugly cow! I've been looking everywhere for you, tell me why the new guy is hyped over you?" Chloe shouted, her face would've been red if she never wore makeup.

Oh god. She was angry. I don't even know what she's on about. What new guy? Shall I just run for it? I just huddled into a ball as she came storming up to me and grabbed me by top and pulled me up on my feet. She then clenched her fists and with all her strength she punched my face so hard than my head slammed against the wall.

My vision blurred when I opened my eyes. I just about gained my focus when she punched me again and I was on the floor. Hopeless.

She kicked me and wouldn't stop kicking me. I was yelping every time her foot made contact with me. Then the pain started and my whole body started aching in pain.

My eyes would not focus. I used the wall to help me get up and then I saw a blurry vision of Chloe and she grabbed me and threw me onto the ground. I screamed in agonising pain.

I was on the floor; my clothes were all creased and you could see my stomach as my top must've gone up as she threw me onto the ground. I couldn't be bothered to move. It was too painful.

I then gazed at Chloe and she pulled out a knife from her bag.

"Please don't hurt me, I don't know what I did," I sobbed desperately.

I tried to back away as a few sobs escaped my mouth but she held me tightly.

She then traced her long nails against my exposed stomach, which now had bruises. Chloe then traced the knife along it.

"You're just not worth it," she said.

She left the bathroom with a smile on her face.

I went into my bag and pulled out the blade that I carried with me. I then pulled my sleeve up and cut the deepest I had ever done, in hope that it would stop everything. It would make this nightmare stop.

I cried out as the emotions hit me. I didn't care anymore. I just cried as loud as I could. I cried until my voice started to break, letting everything out. I actually do not care about anything anymore. I'm sick and tired of everyone hurting me all the time. I feel so helpless and alone. 

I looked down at my arm and there was blood everywhere. There was blood all over the floor. 

My sight was starting to blur and I continued to cry out loud. Maybe I will finally die and be at peace. I didn't care. I hate life. Life hurts more than death.

I then heard the door slam and I stopped crying. I felt exhausted and all my energy was drained out. I saw a figure but it was too blurry to make out who it was. I felt strong arms hold me and that's when I passed out. Into unconsciousness.

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I was thinking Francisco Lachowski for Adam?

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