We came up with this idea a little while ago. Hawk knew a girl who went to her school who was bullied. The girl eventually committed suicide because of her bullying. Hawk and I decided to write this for awareness towards bullying.
So... away from really depressing, sad notes... here it is! The first chapter to Scars to Remember. This is co-written by me and Hawkfire53! Go check out her stories if you haven't already! They're awesome!
Ty POV
Every day was the same. Every day I got bullied just for being different. I did nothing bad to them. I didn't steal their girlfriends… or beat them in fights… or cheat off their homework… I was just me.
School politics were a big thing where I lived. There were the populars, including Mitch and his gang, followed by Preston and his gang. After that came the normal kids who didn't get harassed constantly. Finally, the outcasts. I was considered an outcast.
I wore what normal kids would wear: a white T-shirt, grey jeans, worn out black sneakers. The only thing that made me different… unique… were the headphones. I rarely listened to music in them, and because of that… Mitch teased me. Not only teased me… they did the worst things. Obviously there were other things that made me different, but I had yet to figure that out.
The day came where everything would change.
I usually sat by myself on a bench inside of the school during lunchtimes. Sometimes I hung out with Bodil, another outcast, but he laughed too much for Mitch not to notice us. So, I tried to avoid Bodil as much as I could.
That day I actually played music. I tried to get everything out of my head so I could study for an upcoming test in one of my classes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted four pairs of shoes: one of them being the red converse I feared. Mitch's signature shoes. Rumor had it that the red signified the blood of the kids he bullied. I gulped.
"Dweeb…" Mitch begun, coming closer to my bench, which was abandoned besides for myself, "What you looking at?"
"Uh… math…" I mumbled.
"Math, eh?" Nooch, Mitch's second in command, asked. He was the quarterback of the school's football, so he always wore his football uniform to scare the outcasts, and some normal kids.
"Speaking of math… I think we should study for that…" Jerome, Mitch's best friend, suggested. I could tell he didn't like to bully, but was forced into it otherwise.
"Nah. I bet I'll fail it anyways," Ian commented. Ian was the muscle of the group. He was also the captain of the wrestling team, so that made it worse for me and the other outcasts.
Ian threw the math book off of my lap and picked me up onto my feet. I watched the book soar and fall near the door of a classroom. Praying that a teacher would notice, I quickly realized that no one would help. Nobody ever helped.
"How do you like that?!" I heard Nooch scream, slamming me into a nearby locker, "We all know that you're such a loser. Why are you even at this school?!"
"Chill off Nooch…" Mitch calmly reassured his friend, "We can solve this problem. He doesn't have to come to this school…"
"What… what are you gonna do…?" I stuttered, glancing away from the bullies who tortured me every day.
Nooch chuckled, "Nothing that won't hurt you."
"Again…" Mitch stopped his friend, "Don't ruin my lines." Nooch growled and backed away, letting Mitch take the lead.
The leader continued, "Boys…" He glared over towards his backup, "Take him… to the toilets…"
"No!" I yelled, "Please! What did I do wrong?!"
"Everything!" Nooch shouted as he grabbed my arm. Jerome took the other arm.
"Stop!" I begged, attempting to pull myself away, "Please! Stop!"
"Sorry," Ian laughed, "Can't do."
"Help! Someone!" Mitch suddenly kicked me in the leg, causing me to become dead silent.
Mitch took off my headphones and tossed them to the floor. He leaned in closer, "No one's gonna help. I rule the school, and whoever gets in my way is garbage. You should know that."
I sniffled and glanced up at Mitch, who smirked at my pain.
Later that day
I stalked downstairs into the kitchen. My hair was slicked back, soaking wet from the shower I just took. I had brushed his teeth several times, but the taste would never leave. School was terrible… why toilets? It was the worst punishment anyone could have, especially in the men's room. My parents weren't home yet, so I cooked himself dinner. A plate of steak and little slices of cabbage… my personal favorite.
Climbing up the stairs, I almost dropped the plate, but my stumble was reassured by correcting my misstep. I entered my room and walked over to the desk where I read the comments on my latest upload, as I always did. They ranged from simple… "Great!" to harsh… "You suck." The comments saying I sucked didn't bother me much, but one I saw did. Dreadfully bothered.
A user by the name of TBNRFrags had commented on the video. Of course it was him. The him referred to Preston, another bully from school who I mentioned earlier. The certain comment said things like "You obviously don't care about your videos, you don't give pride you dweeb." And... "Go slit your throat, it's not like it would make a difference." I dwindled the tip of the steak knife on my dinner plate. I had enough. Who would care if I left? Exactly. No one.
Quick as a flash, I shoved the knife through my left hand, into the oak desk below. I gaped my mouth in a silent wail, watching as blood pooled out of my hand. Grinding my teeth together to suppress the pain, I pulled the sharp knife out of my flesh. I instantly ran to the bathroom inside of my bedroom, cleaning up the wound under the cool water, and rubbed my hand along a white towel. Of course I didn't realize it was white until after I drowned it in red blood. I leapt down the stairs and opened the door to the front porch, throwing the towel in a trash bin on the street.
Someone ran into me. Looking up, I noticed two individuals… a boy and a girl… more like teens. The boy was a bit shorter than me, wearing just a T-shirt and jeans and the girl was stunning. She had pretty, light brown hair mixed in with red strands and deep grey eyes with streaks of sky blue. Her pale skin and make-up topped it off.
"Good afternoon," the boy said, reaching out a hand.
"Hi," I simply replied before trying to push past Jason. My hand still screamed with pain.
The man blocked me, "My name's Jason, this is my sis Melanie."
"Cool." I faked a smile. Again, I tried to push past, but again I failed.
"What you got there?" Melanie finally spoke up, but her voice was quiet, very shy. I cautiously shrugged, trying not to make a big deal. "Why is it bloody?" Her voice turned from shy to panicked within a matter of seconds.
"No reason." I attempted to stray from her eyes.
"Come on man, what's wrong?" Jason questioned, before stripping the towel from the trash bin, revealing my wounded hand. A nervous squeal escaped from Melanie and she grabbed my hand, staring at it.
"I know what this is…" she whispered. Then she looked up, with meaning in her eyes. "Why did you cut yourself?"
Oh... cliffie much?
Each chapter I'm gonna ask a few questions for you guys to answer! Here they are:
1. What do you think of the story so far?
2. What do you think about Mitch being a bully?
3. Do you think Melanie and Jason have a secret? If so, what do you think is their secret?
4. Are there any other Youtubers you would like to be in this story?
Peace out, rayminers. See ya on the flip side!