Scarred

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Slowly crutching over the white tiled floors, Niall tagged along behind me. The two of us had a fairly similar schedule, which was beneficial on both our parts. We arrived at our history class with only moments to spare as the head teacher closed the wooden door behind us. Once noticing my state, the teacher Mrs. Brown, balanced her weight on her right hip and tapped her pointer finger over her chin. "Angelina, you can sit over here now." She spoke, gesturing to a seat on the far left side. Beside the desk was plenty of room for me to navigate in and out. Pursing my lips together, the students that already were sitting peered theirs eyes at me. The silence was irritable, the only movement being the tap of my crutches against the hard floor. Settling my body down before the desk, Niall kindly stacked my books in a pile. I quietly thanked him, him reciprocating a smile as he took a seat behind me. Class began in a few short minutes. I immediately took out my notebook and began scribbling down the notes for the chapter. I kept my tongue slightly edged out of my mouth, just as i always do when i was in focus. It was only when Mrs. Brown turned back to face the whiteboard was when i instantly felt a piece of paper make contact with my cheek. The action surely caught me off guard as i slightly jumped from my seat. During the action i mistakenly hit my leg against the desk. My teeth dug into my bottom lip as i tried to stop the groans from escaping. Nonetheless, i narrowed my eyebrows in confusion, picking up the crumpled piece of filler paper. As quietly as possible, i unravelled the clump and pressed it against the hard surface of my text book to flatten it out. Before reading the text displayed, i glanced around the room, searching for anyone who might have thrown the note at me. Obviously, the culprit camouflaged himself in the crowd of other quiet students. Well someone had to do it. I swiftly rolled my eyes to the back of my head before looking down at the filler paper. 'You're so desperate, you actually pretend to be injured for attention? What a whore.' My eyes read across the paper. Anger boiled up inside of as i once again searched the class room. Quickly, i glanced behind my shoulder as i observed Niall behind me. He obviously hadn't noticed what had happened for his pen scribbled continuously against his notepad. Turing back forwards, i immediately clutched onto the note and crumpled it into a ball in the palm of my hand. My knuckles whitened from the strength i put into the action. The rubbish bin sat only a few feet away from me as i darted the note trash into the can. Stressfully, i ran my hand over my knotted braid. Was i honestly gonna let this ignorant person get the best of my emotions? I surely should be stronger. Shaking the thoughts away into the back of my mind, i focused on what was left of the lesson. * Third period ended faster than usual as i once again crutched to my locker. Niall had successfully kept my mind off the note. I wasn't aware of how funny he was. His witty jokes were far from brilliant, but always put a smile across my lips. With him just behind me, he kept on experimenting with his humor. I couldn't help but laugh at his failed attempt as i swung the green locker door open. Niall handed me my books and took hold of what i needed for the next period. I was found quite surprised for he could hold all of mine and his necessities in just his two hands. Well, they were larger, at least three times the size of mine. As of now his smile was the only thing that kept me on topic today. So far I've had no feel of need to add more to the healing lines on my wrists or purge any of the contents of my stomach. He's done so good for me already and it hasn't even been a full day. Im just afraid to show him the rest of what I've ever done to myself, for a fear of him leaving like everyone else has scares me slightly. The same way everyone has turned on me. I couldn't help but feel tears threaten to pour, but i blinked them away. I wasn't going to start crying again over something that most likely wasn't gonna happen.

Resting my under arms back on the crutches, i quickly slammed the locker door shut. Thankfully, the throbbing in my legs decreased slightly due to the dreadful medication i was forced to consume. Nothings more worse than having to down cherry medicine every morning. Switching myself back around, Niall and i swiftly cascaded down the hallway. I swung my legs in the air as we walked. It was only when we made a sharp corner, were we bombarded by a few males. Thankfully, Niall had been in front of me for if the boys collided into my chest i would have instantly been sent to the floor. The slight contact between the males hadn't bothered Niall for he was in fact buff. As their eyes peered around his shoulder, Jason came into my full view. My stomach plummeted to the floor as his mischievous smirk sent goosebumps across my arms. "Excuse me." Niall's irish accent rasped as he attempted to walk passed him. Jason immediately let him pass but instead of walking away, made his way towards me. Bringing my lip in between my teeth, i felt my heart race. Jason's black blue eyes were nothing like Niall's light ones. They stared daringly at my broken figure. Swallowing a lump in my throat, i attempted to speak but just out of luck, my throat felt dry for only hot breaths of air could be exhaled. "Don't play this game with me." He spat at me. My lips parted with confusion. "W-what?" I stuttered, the words tumbling out. "I know you're just faking this. But if you think that this act can get you the pleasure i know you want, then you're wrong." He mumbled, his minty breath lingering over my lips, causing me to shiver. "Because i know you're still a fucking worthless piece of shit, and nobody wants to be seen with a slut." He gritted through clenched teeth. A single tear cascaded down my cheek. Thats not who i am and he knows it. It was only when i felt an intense pain over my shin, was when i realized it was all going down hill.