Persecute

Keona's POV

The day went on like always: miserably. I learned to get used to it though, not like anyone cares if I need to complain. I liked school more then the orphanage though.

Everyone who worked there were compete bitches. If your cold? Get a blanket? Hungry? Go make food. Everything depended on you when you turned 12.

Your're babied until you turn 12, that's the age when you need to learn to grow up. But like I said, I'm used to it. Not like anyone cares, I'm on my own for now.

I finished walking, I purposely walk slow. I sighed as I opened the large door of the old building. Avoiding all conversation, I walked to my 'room' and shut the door quietly.

All the words that people have called me kept running through my head. I kept feeling mental pain, so I needed physical pain. What better way to do that?

I made sure the door was locked before I walked to my bed. I lifted up the mattress and found my blades. I sat down and leaned up against it and stared at my arms that already had cuts on them from yesterday.

My legs are still bare. I was wearing shorts today, so yay me. I gripped the blade and sliced the skin on it. I came out of my mental pain for a few minutes as I kept dragging the blade across my legs.

The blood was smeared on my fingers and on my legs. I stood up and winced and walked to the bathroom. I took an old rag and wiped off the blood.

I quickly changed into black sweat pants and a hoodie. It was appropriate weather to wear warm clothes, thank god.

*next day*

I kept my head down as usual, but this time I watched where I was going so I wouldn't bump into Harry again. I quickly went to my locker and grabbed everything I needed.

I was at school earlier today, so I walked to my little spot on the field. There was a little tree in the corner of the field that no one goes to. So I just stay there when I'm early, like today.

I walked over there and say down, my teeth were clenched as I accidentally threw my backpack on my lap a little too hard.

It was silent for a few minutes until I heard laughing. I looked in the direction and saw the people who I hate most at this school. Harry and his little group, they were all staring at me and laughing.

I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder and tried to walk. The clumsy side of me decided to show up, and I slipped and fell. Of course it was right when they were looking at me.

They all laughed harder at me. The tears began to fill my eyes again. I covered my eyes and ran to the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. No one was in here.

Why can't I just sleep for the rest of my life and ignore everyone. I've done nothing to anyone at this school. Ever since I first came to this school, I was the target.

I wiped the tears running down my red cheeks and looked I'm the mirror. Look at me, ugly blonde hair. Boring eyes with makeup all over her cheeks, pale. Now I see why I was the target.

The first bell rang. I just finished cleaning up, so I look what I call presentable. I unlocked the door and quickly walked to class before anyone was there.

I put my essay on Mr. Grande's desk and sat in the back. I grabbed my notebook and wrote some quotes.

The class began to fill up with students, and my favorite group walked in. They all gave me disgusted looks and sat down.

As usual a note hit my head. I unfolded it and read it.

'That was quite a fall this morning. Might as well fall off a cliff.'

I fought back tears and layed my head between my arms. I quietly sobbed while everyone talked about me.

Maybe they were right. Might as well fall off a cliff.

Notes

Hi guys its Jules (the co-author). I'm so glad that Aby is letting me write this story with her :)!

She truly is an amazing author! Sorry if this chapter sucks, it's really late but I just had to update.

Until next time

xx Jules