Wounded Not Defeated

7: Fran

"She's so ugly, isn't she? And her hair is wicked frizzy, she always wears her makeup too dark and she never paints her nails a different color than black. She has low grades," Britney says,
"Oh don't forget she's messy, and never sleeps," Oliver adds,
"Or a book worm and a band nerd," Jaimie buds in,
"And she loves screamo music." London adds,
"She hates being alone," Jessica says,
"Yea that's the reason we come out and hangout with the little joyful black cherry blossom." Britney says annoyingly and pinching my cheeks, I ignore all of them.
"She's always reading, listening to music, writing or doing homework." Leon says. Once I realized it was that little buttmunch I gave him a dirty look, he shrugs his shoulders. Douche. They are all around my bed, I mentally smack myself for me moving my bed in the middle of my wall. Now they can surround me even better. Yay. *note the sarcasm* I put the song "Better Off Dead" by Sleeping with Sirens on, they all watch my every move.
"And don't forget she's always in a bad mood." Britney says,
"Because of you guys!" I said irritatedly,
"Uh-oh, you made her mad.." Oliver said laughing at me. I give him a dirty look,
"I'm sick of you all! Just go away. I don't want to hangout with you. If I had to choose to either be alone or to hang out with you guys I would choose to be alone."
They all got mad, and they disappear. Fear builds up in me, I remind myself that this is why I ignore them. Pretty soon my bed I'm sitting on is being pushed to the wall by it's self. Then everything falls off my shelf and the shelf falls. My tv screen cracks, my window shatters, my door slams and locks. Then they reappear, Britney has an evil grin on her face with scissors in her hands. I lung at her and grab the scissors in her hand. She tries to stab me, I kick her in the stomach and push her against the wall. Someone grabs me from behind to drag me off of her but I won't budge. Then they pull harder on me and finally yank me away.
"Let go of me!"
"I'm sorry." It's fucking Leon!
"Leon, let go!"
"I can't."
"Why in the hell can you?"
"Fran, just understand!" Then everything goes black.
I wake up with my neck aching and I'm on my bed, everything is still messed up and broken. I get up and look in the mirror. I have a small cut on my neck and nail marks on my arms, bruises on my neck and legs. I hear sniffling, I look over. Leon looks worse than I do. There's blood all over him and he's cradling his arm.
"Leon?" I say quietly,
"I'm so sorry Fran." He says low and quiet,
"Are you okay?" I ask kneeling down, I try to take his arm, there's bite marks and a huge gash through his hold forearm. I rest my hand on his cheek.
"Leon." I say almost wanting to cry, "I should have just ignored them like I always do."
"You shouldn't have to."
"But obviously I should."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"Fran!" My mom calls,
"I'll be back." I say to Leon
"I won't be here."
"What, why?" I say worried, it's he going to never come back?
"Go see what your mom wants." He kisses my hand before I pull myself reluctantly away from him. I walk downstairs and see her siting on the couch. "Yea?"
"Oh my goodness! What happened to you?!"
"Nothing, Britney and I were just wrestling."
"I hope she looks worse than you!"
Yea me too, though no promises.
"So you're brother is stopping by."
"I care....why?"
"I don't know I was just letting you know."
"Mkay." I start to walk away,
"H-how about you hangout with one of your friends?"
"Mom, I have work soon."
"Oh, okay."
I return upstairs and get my money out. I need to buy a new tv, since this one is destroyed. And new glass and crap for my stupid window. They're assholes. Leon was right, he wasn't going to be in here when I came back.

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"What's wrong with her?" Some snob said to her idiot blonde cheerleader friend,
"I don'ts know, maybe she got hit a locker." The blonde said,
"Are you stupid? Probably not, I don't think she'd cry over getting hit with a locker."
"It would hurt, wouldn't it?"
"I don't know Peyton, do you want to test it out?"
"Test what out?"
"You're a moron. Nevermind."
"Okay."
I keep walking. They're stupid. The bell rang, fuck. I run to my locker and I almost reach it when I get tripped by a stupid jock named Eric.
"Hey, watch out there, I'm sorry." He says so sincere and he lends out a hand, I grab it, he starts pulling me up but when he sees who I am he drops me.
"Oh hey it's the little miss I see ghosts."
"They take offense being called ghosts, they are spirits."
"Ok ghost girl."
"Spirits!" I tweeked, all I need is for them to get upset.
"Sure. Ghost girl." And he punches me in the mouth causing my chapped lips to bleed. Of course no teacher saw it. Then he walked away with his stupid ass friends. I sigh as the second late bell rang. I grab my Spanish binder and run to class. When I get into class everyone's looking at me. I forgot my lip was bleeding and swollen. Of course my teacher is over dramatic, so she totally freaked out.
"OH MY GOODNESS!?! WHAT HAPPENED???"
Well that took her focus off of me being late.
"I uh-u-m... Nothing! I have really bad chapped lips and I accidentally split my lip." I said lying through my teeth.
"So it magically gets swollen?"
"Yup." I said poping the 'p' at the end.
"Alright sit down. You were late, too, I hope you know." She said, now giving me attitude, pissing me off. And so much for her not realizing I was late.
I sat down and stared at the clock, 8:15. I sigh we don't get out of here until 8:40. The bell finally rings and I run out of there. I didn't get anything 'educational wise' except for 'How to be Dramatic When You See Blood' she's really annoying.
I go to study hall. I love how I get blessed with all the boring classes, in the morning! Talk about sleepy time. And I think I have one of most boringest (I don't think that's a word. Well it is now.) study hall in the whole high school. It's always dead silent and if people don't have work or a book they feel the need to stare at you. The whole time. Uncomfortable? I know, tell me about it. At least they don't stare at you. But anyways, I walk in there and sit all the way in the back, the desk in the middle. I take out my book, "I heart you, You haunt me" I open it and a picture of my little sister is in it. I almost break down and cry, I pick it up, but quickly drop it because it bursted up in flames. Scorch marks that read 'LET ME GO.' So I have to forget everything about her? Sorry sis, I can't do that. I'll let go of the pain I have but not the memories that are slowly fading more and more everyday.