"Ellie...what's that?" He said, pointing to the scar on my arm. From when I cut myself.

I felt a burning sensation in my eyes. I could tell that teardrops started forming in my eyes. Austin noticed this as well. But, he just stood there. Not caring. 

"It's nothing." I lied. I don't need my bully... let me rephrase that. I don't need ONE of my bullies to find out about this. 

They don't need to see it. They don't care. None of them will, not even Austin. Austin, the boy who pinned me against the lockers saying that he'll make my life worse then it already is. Austin, the boy who dumped water on my head in the cafeteria. Austin, the boy who kissed me in front of my boyfriend just to get my boyfriend to stay away from me. Austin, the boy who dressed up as a clown, and scared the crap out of me. Austin, the boy who let his friend punch my only friend, in the stomach. Austin, the boy who threw me on the ground, seconds ago. Austin, the boy who will never care. Ever. 

I tried to stand up, my legs were slightly weak. I'm not sure where we are, but we're not far from my house. I think we might be a couple neighborhoods over from my neighborhood. 

I think this is Zach's neighborhood. But I don't know. 

Some of these neighborhoods look alike. 

"Ellie, tell me the truth." Austin said. 

Maybe he could tell I was lying. 

"I can't," I said. 

"Why not?" 

"Because, I don't need you to pity me." I said. Not that he would. 

"I wouldn't." He said. I knew it! 

"Why would I pity you? I mean, you're the ugly girl around school. You're fat too. Im not sorry for anything I've done to you! Zach told me that you're brothers abused you, dang, that's so not cool! I should be the one to do that." My head shot up in Austin's direction. 

Zach promised he wouldn't tell anyone. 

"He did what?" I asked. 

"Yeah, Zach told me." Austin said. 

"Z-Zach p-promise that he w-wouldn't tell anyone." I said, stuttering. 

Austin bent down to my level. 

"Aww, is little Ella gonna cry?" 

I was. He knew I was. We both knew I was. 

And, it's Ellie. Like, come on, dude! We've been going to the same school since 2nd grade. 

"It's Ellie!" I corrected him. 

"Don't shout at me." He said. 

I looked down at the ground, ashamed. 

"You're worthless. You will never be worth anything. No wonder Zach hasn't talked to you, recently. You betrayed him. You're parents hate you, they don't care about you. They never did. Your brothers are only saying sorry so you don't go and tell you're parents. Your brothers meant everything that they said, they told me. I don't like you, at all. Hopefully, I've made that very clear. And, as for Anna. She hates you, just like everyone else. She's pretending to be you're friend. She doesn't like you, either. I can't blame her. I mean, look at you! Mrs. Ugly! You'll never be pretty. You're probably running late for dinner, I would recommend you starve yourself! Oh, and one more thing. Why don't you just do us all a favor, and kill yourself? That way no one will have to deal with your crap!" He yelled the last part. 

I cried. I cried so much. 

I couldn't control my emotions anymore. 

Then, he slapped my face really hard. I could tell it was going to leave some marks. 

"Go kill yourself! Leave! Get out of my sight!" He yelled. 

I got up, rebalancing myself. And I ran. I ran so fast. I ran straight to my house. I walked in through the front door. Anna, and all of my brothers were in the kitchen. 

I was still crying. A lot. 

Austin's words, hurt me so much. 

He's right. I should kill myself. 

That's the right thing to do. For everyone's sake. 

"El, what's wrong?" Noah asked. 

"Nothing." I said. 

They could tell I was lying. 

I ran upstairs. 

I ran into my bedroom. 

I know Anna is here to hangout, and I know she's here for a sleepover. And we will hangout, but right now I just need a break. I need to be alone. 

I took out a knife that I hid in my desk. I recently put it in there, that's why Jack didn't find it the other day. 

I grabbed the knife and sat on the floor. 

I took a breath in, and put the blade to my skin. 

I quietly screamed. It didn't hurt that badly. But, sometimes screaming numbs the pain. 

"Ellie! Ellie, what are you doing? Stop!" Daniel said, while walking into my bedroom.