Liam's POV
My tears flowed freely into the sink in the men's room. I slowly traced the deep letters on my arm. FAG. UGLY. The newest one was still red with blood. GAY. Suddenly, I heard the door start to creak open and I quickly rolled my sleeves down. I wiped the tears off my face as the door shut.
"Hello?" I heard a familiar voice call. I made eye contact with Louis as he looked at me. "Oh, it's just you again, you big baby."
I turned my attention to my appearance in the mirror. Louis came up and stood in front of the mirror next to me. I turned to him with tears in my eyes.
"You told me it would stop! Well, it didn't stop today! They came up and started calling me names and guess who was in the middle of it all?! You! You lied to my face Louis!" I yelled at him. He turned away from me but I didn't stop yelling. "Louis! You've done nothing but fed me bullcrap the whole time I've been here! And I'm done with it! If you're not gonna help me, I'll do it myself! Starting with telling the whole football team you're the gay one! I'm done with them calling me it! Time for you to feel what I've been going through!"
Louis looked at me and his eyes were filled with fear.
"I hate you Liam!" Louis shouted back at me.
I shot up in my bed, breathing heavily. Thank god it was just a dream. It was so lifelike. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and knew there was no hope of me getting back to sleep.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, took a quick shower and started getting ready for the day. I picked out an outfit: a plaid button down, skinny jeans and white high tops. I never left the house looking less than perfect. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the house without saying a word.
I hated school. For starters, I was a freshman so I was an easy target for bullies. To make things worse, my main bullies were the football team. More specifically, the star of the team and the culprit of my massive crush, Louis Tomlinson. He didn't know yet and I didn't plan on him ever knowing it. But back to the bullies, they called me horrendous names and sometimes beat me up. And yes, Louis was the head of it all.
I put in my earbuds and blasted some music, trying to get away from this world. That dream bothered me. Other than the bullying, Louis didn't acknowledge my existence. The cutting was the only real thing in the dream. The scars covered my arms. I refused to wear short sleeved shirts. Nobody knew and nobody will ever know.
I felt a tapping on my shoulder and snapped around, ready to fight. But instead of bullies, I saw my best (and only) friend, Cassandra. I pulled my earbuds out, shut the music off and put my phone back in my pocket.
"Hey Li!" she exclaimed after my phone was away. I gave her a hug while we continued walking.
"Hey Cass!" I responded.
Cass was the only one that knew I was gay. She had known since 7th grade, which was when I found out too. She was the only one that didn't tease me for dressing nicer than the other guys. She accepted me as I was. She didn't try to change anything about me.
"How've you been doing?" she asked quietly. I looked at the ground.
"I had a really weird dream last night-" I trailed off. Cass looked at me expectantly.
"And?" she asked.
"So, me and Louis were like a thing. And after the football team had their share of me, I went into the bathroom and Louis followed me. I started yelling at him about how he promised he would get them to stop bullying me and he didn't. I kept yelling and he shouted 'I hate you Liam' and then I woke up," I explained quickly. I saw a smile appear on Cass' face.
"Ok, first off, I know about your crush on Louis, but seriously? Now you're dreaming about him? And secondly, you need to stop worrying. Things will go your way eventually. Just wait and your time will come," Cass answered soothingly. I nodded my head.
"Thanks Cass," I responded laconically. She pulled me over to a bench and we both sat down.
"Now I know you're hiding something. You've been dressing like that for the past three years. Spill it," she commanded. I shook my head stubbornly. "Liam, I know you're hiding something. Tell me what it is please. I don't wanna have to resort to threatening," she begged.
I silently pointed to my arms, hoping she would figure out the rest. She gasped and instantly started pulling up the sleeve on my left arm. When it was rolled up to my elbow, she was frozen still. The numerous cuts on just my forearm were visible. She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"They did this to you?" she whispered, mortified. I nodded my head. "How long have you been doing this?" she asked quietly, rolling my sleeve down.
"Just like you said, three years," I answered. A tear slipped out of her eyes. We looked after each other like siblings and she obviously cared about me.
"Please. Just please stop doing it. Or at least try to stop," Cass begged. I nodded and wiped the tears off her face.
We stood up and continued walking to school. I knew Cass looked at me a different way now; I could feel it. We got into school just a few minutes early and I instantly went to my locker, leaving Cass on her own. No sooner had I opened my locker, I saw the football team turn the corner. Who was leading them but the infamous Louis Tomlinson! Here we go again...
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