Broken

Chapter 1

Morgan

Water, all around my head. Bubbles floating out of my mouth to the surface. And as my lungs start to beg for air, I wish this time. This time, please. End this. Please kill me.

My head is pulled back with a jerk and I cough out water from my mouth. Their laughter echoes throughout the bathroom.

"I just can't! That expression...It was too priceless," laughs Jessica, the ring leader. The person holding my head over the bucket of dirty water.

"That's a new record for you, right? Morgan " says luna kicking my leg.

"Careful. We'll need to be quick. Breaks almost gonna be over " yells Helen, standing near the washroom door. Do feel a bit sorry for the students who wanna use the bathroom.

" Awwww. I wanted to do it one more time " Jessica whines and the others simply laugh.

"Ok let's get going now. Come on Jess " says Ashley tying up her red hair in the mirrors.

Jessica quickly thursts my head back into the dirty water and turns towards the door.

"Loser " is what she says before she leaves. And soon after, the bell rings. Silence spreads throughout the bathroom with just the sound of water dripping somewhere.

I get up and look at myself in the mirrors. At this moment, I look nothing less than a loser. Wet till torso, dirty face and short dark dirty hair. I search for my glasses and find them on the floor.

One of the stall doors suddenly opens and a tall girl wearing a leather jacket walks out.

"Finally" I hear her mumble to herself.

I ignore her as she walks up to the taps, water splashing beneath her feet with each step. While I try to fix my damp hair in the mirror, she turns on the tap and washes her hands.

I notice how she subtly keeps peeking at me and then looking away.

"Why not take a picture, it'll last longer," I say to her bluntly as I run my fingers through my hair like a comb.

The corners of her cherry coloured lips lift up as she stares down at the water running over her hands. "Such attitude even after being humiliated like that. Why not use it to stand up for yourself  against them for once." She utters mockingly.

"Says the upperclassmen who was cowering in the toilets waiting for them to go" I pull my black shirt at the waist and twist it, watching the water trickle down on the floor. I want to defend myself from them. But...for some reason every time I think about doing it, I find myself unable to do anything. It's like standing at the edge of a cliff trying to jump. Am I afraid of the consequences of that jump or is it something else?

She chuckles as she turns off the tap "You've got a point. But I have my reasons for not wanting to get involved. That girl Luna's big sister is a good friend of mine. Having a rich friend has many benefits. Hope you get what I'm trying to say. People like you should stay on the good sides of those that are stronger " She takes out a bunch of tissues from her pocket and wipes her hands dry.

"Sorry, but I'm not a boot licker like you." I glare at her through the mirror as she smirks at me.

Tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear, she walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder.

"Yet you're the one living a miserable life. Sometimes it's better to know your place in the social hierarchy." She says with a hint of mockery in her voice. Then she walks towards the door and goes out.