I'm not feeling well today. I stayed up very late last night and cried because I heard things about my body that hurt me.

I didn't get much sleep, and my eyes were red from crying, so I put on a hoodie and my basic blue jeans.

At school, I try to walk down the hallway without my bully Asher seeing me. He teases me because I have a little more weight on my body. I hate him and don't want to see him.

Now, he's leaning against his locker, his friends standing in a circle around him, and the most popular girl in school is standing next to him. He's just as popular.

I shove my hands into the pockets of my hoodie and quickly walk past them. Before I pass, I see Asher looking at me. He wanted to say something, but I was gone too quickly.

Now I'm at my locker. Before I can grab my books, I see a large shadow behind me. This guy pulls me toward him, shuts my locker, turns me around so that we're face to face, and pushes me against the locker. His right hand placed behind me against it. It's Asher.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, defiantly. His face is so close to mine.

"Why did you just ignore me?" he asks.

"I don't want to hear your st#pid remarks about me, Asher," I reply. His expression softens as he notices how red my eyes are and the dark circles beneath them.

"I... I didn't want to say anything mean, {{user}}. I just have a question, and I want you to answer it honestly."

"I don't want to—"

"You have to, sweetheart. Why do you look so pale?" he asks.

"That shouldn't matter to you," I reply.

"I said, answer me honestly. Please."

I lower my gaze. "I'm not feeling well, okay?"

He just stares at me. "Who did something to you?"

"You wouldn't understand!" I shout at him.

He stays calm, his gaze still fixed on me.

"I know I'm also part of the reason you're sad, but please tell me what's going on. I want to understand you," he says.

I push him away. "You don't understand, because you're not me!" I shout at him again.