Chapter 1

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Hey, so this is a new story and I am going to try and make it original. I am also trying to raise bullying awareness. I am bullied everyday and I am going to show you what goes on in my life in this story. Yes, it is Beatle related and that will happen later in the story :) I hope you enjoy it! Also, there is some describing of cutting and things like that so if you don't like that type of thing you might not want to read this story...

I am Wednesday Bossert. I am useless. I am stupid. I am a slut. No one likes me. Everyone hates me. I don't deserve to live. I am ugly. I should just go kill myself. I am alone.

I slowly slugged off to school. Dreading the long, hurtful day that waited to tear me apart. I already knew what was going to happen, I would walk in the front doors and immediately the whispering would fill my ears. I would be taunted as I walked through the hallway, I would sit down and recieve my maths exam. Failed. I would walk to the bathroom and eat my lunch in one of the stalls, hoping no one would find me. The day would end and I will get beat up behind the school. I would stumble home, cry, cut and then sleep.

The bell rung and I dashed off to homeroom, hoping I wouln't be seen by them. I snatched the books out of my beat up, rusting locker and marched to room 96. I stopped dead in my tracks when I felt something slimey ooze down the back of my school uniform. Giggles erupted in the hallway and tickled my ears. Splat! Whatever it was landed on the floor next to my feet. I looked down, it was a jam butty. I picked up the sandwich and chucked it back, only it didn't make it that far, it only made me look weak and they snickered, their eyes burning holes of hate through my whole body. The second bell rang and They passed by me whispering things like 'whore' and 'ugly' into my ear. I blinked back the tears and headed to class.

I entered the room, 20 pairs of eyes followed and my ears burned. I took a seat at the back of the class and put my head down.

"Miss Bossert, you're late. That's the 18th time this month." Mrs. Rane scolded. I lifted my head slightly my eyes barely reaching her face.

"Sorry m'am." I muttered.

Once homeroom was over I headed to the science lab for my next lesson with Mr. Leenop. I again sat at the back, not bothering to pay attention, I simply made the missing chunks in the wooden desk larger and occasionally looked up giving a slight nod to indicate that I was listening, just so he wouldn't pick on me you see. I finished science and escaped the classroom quickly. Not before something grabbed my and pulled me back. I prayed with all my might that it wasn't them. I turned around and was relieved to see it was only Mr. Leenop.

"You forgot this." He smiled handing me my fountain pen.

"Ta." I managed.

"Are you sure everythings alright miss Bossert? You seem down."

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a bit sad about all this rain, you see." He nodded but didn't seem convinced.

"If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me." I thanked him and prepared myself for next block.

My day had gone according to plan. I ate lunch in the bathroom and was continuely made fun of throughout the day. I grabbed all of my materials from my locker and exited the school doors. I was stopped by one of them.

"Where do you think yer going whorebag?" She questioned, her smug face making me want to curl up and die. I didn't answer for I already knew that I was going to get beat up. I knew not to run, making note of the last time I tried. I ended up on the side of the road with a dislocated elbow. She grabbed me by the collar and threw me up against the cold red bricks of the school. Another one joined her and the teasing began, I would tell you the things they said about me but I don't think it is very appropriate to mention. Some of these words I didn't even know existed but I could tell they didn't mean anything nice. I was in tears now and tried to escape, this only resulted to another blow to the face. The second girl threw me down to the ground and I recieved a hard kick to the stomach. They looked at me, snickering and smirking and then dashed away. Leaving me struggling for air. I laid there until I could catch my breath, I stood up and ran home, tears making my vision blury.

I unlocked the door and sure enough no on was there. Ever since mum died, dad was never home. Always out partying and drinking the money away. I slipped up to my bedroom and closed the door. I sat down with my legs crossed on my bed, the cold razor in my trembling hand. It glided across the surface of my wrist, leaving perfect lines of red. The pain was now eased and I sat there. The blood and tears dripping down and leaving small splatters on my bedsheets.

I snuggled up in my bed, not caring that I was getting it all bloody. I closed my eyes and hoped that I would never have to open them ever again. I wished mum was here again. She'd help me get through this. This wouldn't happen if she was here. I would be normal if she was here. But, mum isn't here.

Hi! So what did you think, too much? Sorry, it just makes the plot way better in the end. Please review! :)

- Lorbern