Dear Fanfiction: Where is my 13rw subcategory?!
Disclaimer - characters based off the Netflix series 13ReasonsWhy, writing this solely for entertainment purposes.
Bruises
BAM!
The punch hits me like a shock wave, sudden and agonising and startling. Pain rushes through my chest like a bullet and I'm forced backwards into the wall.
BAM!
My head jerks back, smashing into the light switch. My chest aches and I cry out, gasping. Black spots dance before my eyes, swooping around, taunting me. My head is spinning.
BAM!
I shut my eyes, struggling with him. I grope for the door, but he holds me back, grabbing at my throat. I scream, and the world begins to fade around me as I fall to the floor. Everything goes dark but I manage to stay conscious for the last one.
BAM!
A high pitch beeping sounds from my alarm clock and I start, fumbling. My roomis dark and I there's no light coming through my grimy window.
I glance around and realise I've been sleeping on the floor of my room. What the hell?I think, rubbing my eyes. I have no idea how I made it up here last night.
I get up, stretch, and immediately feel as though someone's hit my chest with a hammer. I flinch, recoiling, as the memories of last night come rushing back to me.
I stumble into the bathroom down the hall, not caring if I wake my mum and her boyfriend. Nob.He's been around for far too long and I don't know what my mum sees in him. I lost her years ago.
The bathroom smells of piss, but it's nothing new - thewhole house has been grubby since he moved in. I flick the switch and the light flickers on.
Wiping away dust from the mirror, I pull up my shirt.
Fuck.
There, slightly on the left of my chest, is a swollen, purple bruise. That bastard, I have basketball today!
I punch the mirror, and it clangs against the wall. Why does this shit always happen?
"Justin? Justin!" I turn my throbbing head over my shoulder to see Zach shouting for me though the corridor. He jogs up to me, frowning, and claps a hand in my shoulder.
"Man, what's up?" He asks. "You've been weird all morning."
I shake my head. "Nothing dude." I give a lopsided smirk.
"Jesus Christ Justin. You're such a bad liar! Why the hell did you come to class drunk?"
"Oh shit, you noticed?"
"Everyone noticed, man. What's going on?"
"Just needed a drink, Zach! No harm done." I shrug again, pulling away from him as we head down the steps outside.
And it's true - no harm done. The thought's so stupid in my mind that I laugh. No harm done.
A/n: Anew fic! Oooh angsty Iknow. I feel like I kinda relate to Justin which is why I based this around him.. sorry if a bit boring - new chapters coming soon! Enjoy x
