No Fun | BBS

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~*•???? P.O.V.•*~

David told me everything that happened with [Y/N]. Delirious is such a jerk. I just can't take watching her get beaten up by these jerks.
(Play song)
There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen do anything but laugh

She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone is down,
She tries to fix what is wrong.

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more

How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

David explained to me how she cut. She lost so much blood over some jerk. She dried all her tears, and now she's in pieces. And I plan on helping her out.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass

The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
'Who's on first base'.

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more

How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

David let me know her address, after a lot of persuading, so that I could help her.
I climb up her steps, and stare at her door.

There is a girl in the front of my class
Who's so sad you find it rare to see her smile or laugh
Her friends tell her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind

How does someone so perfect
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more?

How can someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough...
For her imperfections

I pull out a piece of paper and a pen, and quickly write down, in big black words:

"I care about you."

I set my book bag down and turn to face her red door, and held my fist in front of it, ready to knock. I take in a deep breath.

There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took the breath that was her last

She wrote a few notes:
"I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up you couldn't save me anyway..


And to the girl in the back of the class

Who felt the way I did...

'How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...'"

I knocked on the red door, my pale fist moving back and forth. I let my arm fall to my side, and waited for the door to be open.

I know how she feels. I cut before too. I used to be bullied by the crew. But David was sweet, and convinced them to stop. He found me in the way that he found [Y/N]. He told me he cared about me. I don't talk to any of the crew anymore and if I do it's rare. I only talk to David. Me and him are like siblings.

The door slowly opened, to reveal [Y/N] in a long sweater and large purple bags were under her beautiful [E/C] eyes. She gave me a look of pure confusion, and I lifted the paper from behind my back. I held it in front of me, and gave her a wide smile.

"I feel the way you did. I used to cut. The crew had bullied me and pushed me to limits no one else ever has. But I recovered, thanks to David. And I'm here to help you put your heart back together again." She let her eyes skim over the words, before tears began to fall down her eyes.
She walked toward me, and I open my arms to give her a hug. She happily accepted.
"David told me about you. He never stops talking about you. How no matter how dire situations are, you always smile. How you never give up. How strong you've been. Then, how Del broke you down. How he ripped your heart to pieces. And I'm here to help." I pushed a strand of my brown hair behind my ear.
I pulled away from the hug and placed my hands on her arms, and looked at her in the face.
"I know you'll recover from this, I know you will. I was in your situation your in now. Evan never told you about me because he was horrified when he found out I almost died because of him. Because of how him and his crew hurt me. But they never seem to stop." I gave her a wide grin.
"What's your name?" [Y/N] asked, giving me a weak smile.
"The name's Luna."
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  I've never actually cut don't worry.