Willow's P.O.V.
~~~TW~~~
(if you don't like things like s.h. or suicidal actions skip when you see a trigger warning:)
After my parents lecture and beating. I went running up the stairs to my room grateful my bathroom is attached to it. I go into the bathroom and open up my cabinet. I take out my razor, peroxide, and the bandages and set them on the counter. I sit on the floor with the door closed, razor blade in hand. I let the blade glide across my skin from my wrist up my forearm. I do this to my other arm as well. Then on both arms I create bracelets going up them. Afterward I clean up my arms and put bandages on the cuts I've made. Then I clean the floor and my blades then put them away.
I'm not allowed to come down until tomorrow morning, so I get ready for bed. I grab my backpack to do my homework and my phone. I take out that paper Jackson gave me and see that he gave me all the guys numbers. The way he wrote it was if I ever needed a friend or was in trouble. That's so sweet! I get my phone and program all their numbers into it. Then I decide to text Jackson to say thanks.
Me: thanks 4 the phone #'s. real cool of u.
Jackson: no problem. Hey u ok? before we drove away I saw ur mom hit u.
Me: oh uhm… yeah fine… just… fine…
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I get through the day without any little encounters with bullies on my eyes so I'm pretty relaxed. This is why when I'm on my way to lunch I don't hesitate or tense up. This is my downfall. Mostly because those two men I forgot about are at the end of the hall. I get scared and turn around. They shouldn't be here. They'll get me in trouble. Someone grips my arm.
It's one of them.
"Let go." I growl at him.
He doesn't let go though. He drags me into an empty classroom and his buddy stands in front of the door before I'm released. What did I do wrong? I didn't tell anything to anyone so I shouldn't be here right now.
"Sit." He commands.
So I sit and then someone else walks in. And you have no idea how scared I am. I thought I would never have to see him again. Just his two buffoons.
"W-why are you in my school? I didn't do anything. I'm hiding that package from my parents. No one knows." I start babbling on and on.
"Because we were checking up on you and," he gestures to one of them for something, "to give you this." He holds up a syringe.
"Don't forget the other thing you wanted to tell her boss." One man says.
"Ah yes, that. You two may leave now." He shoos them out of the room.
He comes over to me and leans on the desk, "Just so we're clear ever since you took that package you were mine. No one else's. Mine. And I don't share what's mine. Got it?" he says.
I just stare and nod my head.
"Good." He says.
He leans his forehead on mine and whispers, "You're mine." And then injects me.
"Just so you know this stuff is going to probably make you depressed and violent. You know makes all your emotions more sensitive." He thinks for a second then, "More vulnerable that's the word."
My eyes widen. This is bad. This is really bad. My parents already hate that I have ADHD, depression, and a bipolar disorder. This stuff in me will just make it worse. No wonder I've been cutting more.
"You may go to lunch now and face the people that are your so called 'friends'." He says.
I nod. As I start for the door, he grabs my arm and whispers something in my ear that scares the crap out of me. Then he leaves me standing there absorbing what he said. Leave it for later just go eat something.
When I get to the cafeteria and get my lunch I walk towards my table. But when I'm almost there some trips me up with their foot and I fall down.
"Ow! What the hell?!" I look up to see that it's none other than the Queen Bitch herself.
"Excuse me. But I hope you're not saying that to moi." She says.
"Oh I'm sorry I meant to say something else," she's smirking now, "I meant to say, what the hell was that for you bitch?!" I scream in her face.
"Well for your information it's because I hate you." She smiles sweetly at me.
"Well for your information because I don't think you know this. You're a bitch." I snarl.
I walk towards my table and sit down. I look back to see her staring at me in shock. What? All I did was sit dow- oh. Right. It's because she's never seen me sit with the boys before. Probably because she's too busy sucking face with her boyfriend. The slut.
"Hey you okay?" Lindsey's voice calms me.
Then I explode, "No! I'm not okay! She fucking pushed me and now I don't have lunch. Sometimes she just makes me want to strangle her!!!"
Everyone at the table is staring at me with wide eyes. Except Lindsey. Mostly because she knows all of my disorders. She puts her hand on my back and starts to rub it. It soothes me and I don't know how she knew. She does it whenever I get overly emotional about things.
"What happened?" It was Jackson.
"Oh the usual. I walk in, get lunch. Oh! And Miss Bitch over there pushes me, I fall, insult her, and walk over here and sit down. Then everything else happens. Yeah been a GREAT day." I sarcastically reply.
Then I get a text on my phone from an unknown number.
Unknown number: meet outside in 10mins behind the school.
"I got to go guys. See ya later." I force a small smile then get up to leave.
I shrug off all there questions about where I'm going and leave the cafeteria.
When I get to the back of the school I'm met with shadows. Then someone comes up to me and pins me to the brick wall. Which, might I add, hurt like hell.
"What is y-" I'm cut off when they put a hand over my mouth. I try talking but it's all mumbling because of the hand.
Then I see their face and realize it's Daniel. Then the others come. I see Heather, Alexis, and Derrick.
"Hello sweetie. It's been a while hasn't it?" Heather says.
"Let me go." I snap.
"Now why would we do that? We want to have our fun first. I mean today has been pretty boring. Hasn't it?" She asks.
"And plus I need to teach her a lesson on manners because she obviously doesn't have any." Alexis speaks up.
"Then let's teach her." Heather says.
With no warning, Daniel punches me in the stomach, which makes me fall to the ground and curl into the fetal position. Then Heather and Alexis both start kicking me and it hurts double because they're wearing heels. One of them kicks me in the head and something warm trickles into my eyes. Then Derrick kicks my stomach again while the girls are still kicking me. I get kicked in the head again and more of the warm liquid pours down my face.
I hear Heather and Alexis shout in unison, "Oh no. Guys we've gotta leave, or we'll get in so much trouble. Look at her head!"
"Shit." The boys cuss.
I hear them all run away from me and I just stay curled up like that.
"Willow! Where are you?!" I think it's Lindsey.
"H-here. Lindz. I'm here…." I try to be loud, but I can't.
I hear footsteps then, "Willow?! Oh my god. Who did this to you? How badly are you hurt? Shit your head. I'm going to have to call the hospital." She whips out her phone and tells the person what my condition is.
Then she looks at me, "Come on Willow stay with me. Please." She pleads.
I try I really do but I'm seeing black spots and I can't hold on.
Then everything goes dark.