Read Between The Lines

Part 5

Liam's POV continued

AHHHH I honestly felt like screaming.

We had been sat in the car for over 2 hours now and we were all getting bored. Niall was staring in concentration at his phone trying to find something that would help us locate alleyway girl. But nothing. 2 solid hours and absolutely nothing. The rest of us had our eyes peeled looking out the windows of the car but still no sign of her.

We had driven 10 miles from the place we found her in every possible direction, hoping to see some sign of her but there was no word anywhere. I knew that we couldn't have imagined her. But I was beginning to lose hope, what else could we do? She just disappeared off the face of the earth without even leaving a small trace of her behind.

Brit's POV

I sighed to myself, What a shit day this is going to be. Everything was beginning to get to me, my mind was just full of it all. To make things even worse if possible it’s a Monday. Mondays are always the worst days for me, because I guess people don't like coming back to school so they take it out on me. They get their anger out in the only way they can. By assaulting me. I think that is one of the only things I have in common with my bully’s. We all take our anger out on my body.

6 hours later

I breathed out in relief. My day was just what I'd expected, people shoving past me, calling my name and spitting on me. Even though I was used to it all by now, the pain of it all was endless.

'Bitch! Oi bitch!' I froze oh crap.

What fresh hell now? I slowly turned and instantly regretted it because of what I saw.

The bully’s... but this time they had a knife.

'Aww is little brittyy witty scared of a knife?' Yvonne taunted me. But before I could even think of a response a flash of silver reflected off the sun and almost blinded me. Then I felt it. The pain, it was unbearable. My arm fell limply to my side, blood already oozing out of it and dripping to the edge of my arm. The bitches laughed at my horrified expression; some of them looking slightly guilty but it only crossed their faces for a moment and then they all just turned and walked away.

I was left standing on my own in the fading light and freezing cold air clutching my arm that had now created a pool of blood on the pavement marking where I stood. I raked through my shell shocked brain and tried to remember any first aid I had ever been taught. It was painful to try and remember as the cold air and shock was affecting my head.

Taking a deep breath I allowed the cold air to fill me up as I started to head home. Almost like the air was a cure to my numb mind frame I suddenly remembered the best thing to do in this situation. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it gingerly around my arm. Making sure that I applied as much pressure as possible to the wound.

Continuing to walk down the winding roads I began to feel the cold air biting at my exposed shoulders and arms.

I slowed to a stop as I felt stares bearing into my back, I turned around and saw 5 people stood there just watching me through the darkness. I was not just scared now for my health: now I feared for my life.

 They were back, the bullies were back for more of me and if I'm honest there was nothing left to give. 

'FINE' I yelled at the top of my lungs 'come and get me! Whilst there's still something left to get' all of a sudden I felt relief at getting the hateful words out and throwing them back in the bitches faces ' it’s not like you haven't hurt me enough already, is it not enough for you all to physically hurt me, do you really have to emotional drain me?' I had a sudden burst of inspiration and ran forward to show them how bad my arm had become. I was suddenly desperate for them to show some kind of remorse for what they had done to me.

‘SHIT’ I screamed as the wind hit me. I pulled the hoody off of my arm and felt the blood trail down my arm almost freezing straight on to my skin. I hit the ground and gasped out loud as I felt all the energy I had left leave me.

I snapped my head up as I heard footsteps running towards me. Realising I wouldn’t be able to run away from the bully’s I did the only thing that I could to make the last few seconds of my life worthwhile.

‘Wendy run away with me I know I sound crazy don’t you see what you do to me.

I wanna be your last boy your last chance a better reality.’ I sang. I just wanted comfort from the band that had saved me so many times before.

That was all I could manage before I felt a hand grip my shoulder. ‘I’m Sorry please just get it over with quickly, I didn’t mean what I said before. Just use me as your punch bag and go away!’

Before I felt the fatal blow that would end my life I looked up and saw 5 boys looking at me with an odd expression on their faces. An expression I had never had directed at me before.

They looked… upset and like they cared? But why would they care about me ?

Nobody cares about me.

Ever

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Authors Note 

Thank-you everyone for all the reads! Sorry for the slow upload of this chapter the first version deleted really annoyed me. If you wanna feel free to comment, and tell me what you think. Also just wanted to give my friend @eleasha_hassell a shout out in this because shes been pestering me like everyday to upload and shes an amazing mate! I love you all <3