Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Him Again!
Alex's P.O.V:
9:17am
English class ends and I stay back until everyone exits the class. I look around and it was just me and Tyler left alone in the class now. Since I didn't want to get beat up or acknowledge it, I get up as quickly to walk to the door. As I was walking away from my lonesome seat, I felt something grab unto my arm. I turn around and see that it was Tyler, smirking at me.
"What are you smiling about? Let go of my hand," I say trying to get out of his grip. He didn't budge. Instead, he stood up and walked in front of me. I hesitantly step back a bit, landing on top of a desk.
"You're not getting away from me again," he says with a devilish smile. He walks closer, parting my legs with his and then going between them. He leans his face further towards mine, still having a smirk right across his face.
This son of a bitch can't leave me alone, can he? Doesn't not know the first thing to not mess with someone's feelings.
I slapped him across his face without hesitation. He stumbles back, placing a hand over his reddened cheek. He hissed in response before looking up at me with an evil look.
Shit!
He kicks me to the ground and straddles me. He starts throwing punches in my face, every blow harder than the last. I tried to fight back by grabbing unto his hands, but it was no use. Abruptly, a few of his friends came rolling into the classroom, running over to hold me down while Tyler continues to give my body a hard beating.
What the actual fuck? Were these guys out there waiting leisurely to whoop my ass!?
Two of them held down my arms so I couldn't have the urge to fight back. While Tyler and his other two friends kept kicking and punching me.
Time skip:
After a few minutes, they stopped and got up. My face, torso and the rest of my body were in pretty bad shape, so I just laid there looking pitiful and remorseful. I started going into a coughing fit and spat out blood. I can tell that he was disgusted at me by kicking me in the stomach before walking away with his friends out of the class, laughing.
"Why does this have to happen to me?" I say while continuing to cough out more blood. There wasn't going to be a next class in here so I laid there for about an hour until the blood dries up.
I got up, limping to the door of the classroom, walking to the entrance of the school. I slipped pass the security to get out of school. And....
Success!
I limp over to my car that was at the far end of the parking. I got in and strapped in. Placing my hand on the wheel, letting out a sharp breath as I burst out into tears.
"Why does this always happen to me!" I yell, hoping it would make me feel better. I started to punch my steering wheel, yelling and screaming in frustration and anger. I calmed down and went back to my crying.
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I cried for about 25 minutes until driving off to get home.
10:23am
I get out of my car, slamming the door behind me before limping over to my house. I fiddle with the keys while trying to find the right one until I got in. I drop my bag and shoes at the entrance and ran to the kitchen without bothering to turn the lights on. I scurry through the drawers and cabinets, hoping to find something sharp. I find several knives, testing each one to see if it was sharp enough of not. Knife after knife, trying to find one until there was a small slit in my arm.
Bingo!
I ran all the way up the stairs, stumbling on my way just to get to my room before locking the door behind me. I walk into the bathroom, looking in the cabinet trying to find alcohol to rub on the knife with. I finally found it. I drenched the knife blade and then my clothed arm with alcohol, just to intensify the effect.
I can feel the pain rushing towards me because there were still open cuts under the sleeve.
"This stings..." my voice trails off, cracking. I know how much I'm going to regret this, but I couldn't think clearly because of my blurry vision of tears and the echoing room of loud sobs. I finally got up the courage to roll up my sleeves, revealing my arms the previous cuts I've had before. Past events, hurdling towards me.
I have no more space left, so this means I have use the other side of my arm. Before I cut my arm, I drenched the alcohol on the blade of the knife again, making it wet because I took up time crying over this. I turned to the other side of my arm and poured alcohol on it before picking up back the knife. I took a deep breath and started cutting .
"Fuck!" I curse under my breath. I continue making deep cuts on my arm. I was crying and groaning uncontrollably due to the pain I was receiving, but I didn't care. I made about 36 deep cuts and 11 shallow cuts. I dropped the bloody knife on the floor and stumbled unto the ground along with it. I continued to cry, yelling at my thoughts, wondering what could end my suffering.
I stopped crying and brought my head back to lean against the door and sighed. I look down at my bruises, still visible and unclean, my recent cuts still bloody. I can feel my eyes being bloodshot red from all the crying.
"Why..." I muttered under my breath before losing consciousness, due to my excessive blood loss.
9:57pm
I woke up, looked at my arm and saw fly, maggots and ants crawling on both the floor and my arm which was surrounded by dried up blood. I quickly got up and cleaned the mess. I cleaned my arms and bruises and finally ended up taking a shower. I got dressed in my pajamas and laid on my bed.
My stomach grumbles.
"I'm not hungry," I say, ignoring the fact that I was actually hungry. I took up my phone, looking down at it. No messages. I threw my phone across the bed. I start fiddling with my scars and they start bleeding again, but I just let it be. I lay back on my bed looking at the dark ceiling.
"I just want to die already." I say as I slowly drift off to sleep while crying.
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