"Will, no" I whisper. I stare at Will and look at him with hatred.
Matt hesitates but goes up to me and snatches my arm. He lowers my sleeves an states at my bleeding arm. I think he's tearing up.
"Why?" he ask. I don't speak. "Why?" he says a little louder.
"She's being bullied" Will says.
"Would you shut up?" I say.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"It's not a big deal."
"You're right" says Sam. "It's a huge deal."
"I'm telling dad."
"No" I shout. "He's busy and mom's sick."
"I don't care. Wait, I do care but this is important. When dad comes home later we're telling him. I'm going to get the first aid kit." He leaves and I turn to Sam and Will.
"Get out" I say.
"We were just trying to help" Sam says.
"Well you didn't. You've officially ruined my life. That's the worst thing you could have done. So, get out of here. It's my house."
They look offended. Like I've reached into their chests are ripped out their hearts. They leave with no argument.
"What do I do now?" I hide myself under the pillows. "I hate my life. I hate my life. I want to die. I will when my dad finds out."
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My dad hugs me. Dark circles around his eyes. "We'll get through this" he says.
I start crying. I know it's not going to get better. It never will. There's no way out.
I'm at the end of a bottomless pit being pull down by hate. Tearing my soul apart. Slowly the light at the top fades and I'm surrounded by darkness.