Hello everybody.

I once posted this story before but never finished this. I hope you still would like to read it. Please read and review. Critique is always welcome! Just one thing. English is not my native language. Dutch is. So sorry if there are spelling mistakes. I'm doing my best! I hope you enjoy.

NOBODY NOT REALLY

Summary: Cloe Mills is a great student at school; she has the best grades in her year. But being bullied around at school, without having friends, is killing her from the inside; the only way to control her pain is to cut herself. When Ved Wright who despises Cloe, has to work on a project with her, he notices that she isn't so bad after all, and when nobody watches and they are behind closed doors they become friends, and he learns some horrible things about her.
Can he help her facing her fears, even when his own feelings are getting in the way?

Disclaimer: Ved and Cloe belong to cloud9. The plot is mine though!

Default chapter.

Staring off in space Cloe Mills learned not to speak in class until she was asked a question from the teacher. She would always have gotten whispers behind her back every time she answered a question and everybody would just laugh at her when that answer wasn't correct.
She sunk back in her chair and looked out of the window where a few children were sitting on the field. Chattering and laughing about nothing in particular. How Cloe desired to be one of those, to just sit there between them…having them as friends. But she didn't…she didn't have any friends.

Suddenly a note was lying on her table and Cloe looked around to see who it could have been from. She took it and with shaken hands unfolded it.

'Enjoyed your lunch today? I hope you didn't mind us spilling the milk all over you. I'm awfully clumsy…SORRY!'
Cloe grimaced at the note and recognized Patsy's handwriting. She looked to her right and saw Patsy silently scribbling notes in her notebook. Patsy looked up when she felt a pair of eyes on her and smirked when she met Cloe's brown eyes. Cloe just glared at her and ripped the note apart. Patsy hysterically started laughing and soon the whole class turned around.

"Care to explain what you are laughing about Patsy?" The teacher asked her angry.

"Oh, no nothing. Cloe just made a very funny joke." Patsy said.
Cloe's head snapped up and switched looks between Patsy and her teacher, who was now looking angry at her.

"CLOE MILLS, I WANT YOU TO LEAVE THIS CLASSROOM RIGHT NOW!" The teacher shouted.

Cloe looked one last time at Patsy who was just sitting there grinning. She sighed and grabbed her books, shoved her chair back and stood up. With big steps she disappeared out of the classroom and went off to meet the principal of the school.

Hurriedly closing the door of her bathroom and locking it. She rummaged through a dresser until she found the thing that she was looking for: her razor.
'Perfect' she thought and wiped the tears from her eyes that kept on coming. She seated herself on the ground and lifted her sleeve up which now revealed her scarred arm.
"I swear this will be the last time." She whispered softly to herself as she put the razor on her arm and slowly carved it. She enjoyed the pain that she felt and leaned her head back and cried. She looked back at her arm and saw the blood dripping onto the bathroom floor; she grabbed a towel and pushed it harshly against her arm, trying to stop her arm from bleeding. The towel was soon red, and her arm had stopped bleeding after a few minutes. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were red from the crying and her mascara was smeared all over her cheeks. She didn't care; she didn't care for anything in this world anymore.
How her parents had shipped her off on this fucking boarding school where she had to stay for a large part of the year. She would never see them because they were always too busy with work.
How nobody would stick up for her when she was again being bullied around. They would just stand there and look or they would just walk away. How Cloe wanted them to help her, to say something about it all. To stop her daily pain. But they never would, she was left to deal with it herself and she hated their coward ness.