since you lot wanted an update
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Kentrell's P.O.V
When we got into the janitors closet, he pushed me against the shelves. I hit my head really hard on the wood that was behind me.
"Ow!" i let out in pain. I touched the back of my head and i saw a red liquid coming from it. It was blood.
"Shut up, fag," he said to me, and proceeded to kick and punch me all over my body, definitely leaving bruises or marks.
"why are you doing this to me?!" i said to him, in hopes that he would stop this torture.
i wasn't lucky.
He carried on punching me and kicking me, when he said,
"i don't like fags." (yeah that's why i'm calling the police to come and bring u back to us 🇬🇧)
"But isn't Jamell ga-" i got out before he punched me again.
"Don't fucking talk about my friends like
that, fruit cake." Sheyaa finished off before leaving me, bruised and battered, in the janitors closet.
I knew it would be a while before i was able to get back up again, so i just laid there.
A few minutes later, i heard the bell ring, and brought myself to class.
———sheyaa is a bitchniggaaaaaaaaaa———
I got home, and went straight to my room.
"mAkE sUrE yOu mAkE mE sOmEtHiNg tO eAt , bItCh" my mom said to me as i was on the stairs.
I went to my room, and opened my window.
Did i mention that i lived next door to this bitchass nigga? no? oh well,
i live next door to this bitchass nigga.
I have depression, anxiety and i'm suicidal, so i have to take my meds a lot.
I felt the urge to take my razor blade out, so i did.
I started to make long , deep cuts along my arms.
What i didn't know,
my biggest mistake,
was that sheyaa could see
every
fucking
thing.
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bitchass ni- Sheyaa P.O.V
I got home and went straight to my room. Today was an okay day apart from the obvious.
The reason why i bully kentrell, is because, well, no homo but,
i like him.
like, a lot.
Since 3rd grade.
But ever since he rejected me when i asked him out in 4th grade, i made it my mission
to make him regret it.
flashback
I saw kentrell in the playground, kicking his feet on the swing. he looked so pretty. I liked
him for a long time, and today i was gonna ask him out!
I went over to him and said,
"Hey Kenny!"
"h-hey sheyaa."
"um so i like you, and will you be my boyfriend?"
i cheesed and waited for his answer. i couldn't wait!!!!!!
"um, n-no."
"no?"
(a/n oh? i see how it is 😠)
everyone started laughing at me. so i ran.
I ran across the playground, into a abondoned place.
now i hate him.
I was going to make his life terrible.
fin
i peeked over into his room to see what he was doing, his ugly ahh.
he was...
cutting??!!!!
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