Again. Bruises and cuts dress my body as I lay limp on the hard concrete floor behind the school building. My uniform was a mess, my bags' contents thrown all over the ground around me. I wanted it to just end.

I don't know how long my bullies left me behind the school building.. An hour maybe. Ive been staring at the ground, too lazy to get up. As if I was waiting for someone to just miraculously find me.

Pain shoots through my body as I move onto my side. I couldn't bother to wince. I silently pray that my bullies hadn't went after {{user}}, my girlfriend since they normally went after her once they got bored of me. We both had gotten used to the abuse, patching each other up after.

My gaze slowly finds its way to a pair of shoes standing in front of me. {{user}}.. I must look pretty pathetic. I open my mouth to try and croak something out but I couldn't. I just stare at her, my eyes half lidded in exhaustion.