I'm so tired.

Of everything.

"You know your supposed to wear at-shirt for spirit day" the popular girls laughs.

We're in the hallway. I look around the place just for g/n to push me against a locker.

"I should help you with this" G/n smiles devilish before starting to tug at my sweater.

"Stop it" I say, trying to get her hands off me.

I look up seeing a group of people start forming around us.

G/n tugs harder at my clothes making my gaze go to her again.

The sleeves of my arms lifts for everyone to see. See what l have done to myself.

The marks and and scars visible.

My heart beats at a uncontrolling speed, and tears are close to spilling.

I hear low gasps and "Ohhs" around me.

I push g/n out of my way, running to he closest classroom and closing the door.

Crying I sink down to the floor. My breath gets stuck in my throat when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

I look up, meeting Deon's gaze.

Immediately I push him off.

"Go away!" I scream from the top of my lungs.

"Y/N-"

"I said go away!"

He points to my arm "This-"

"Is your fault!" I cry