I pulled my sleeves of my sweatshirt to hide the scars I put on myself. My scars. The things I put on myself to give me the pleasure of feeling true physical pain. Just so I could feel its sting. And oh, how I love the sting. I never show anyone these scars. They are the reasons why in the middle of the summer I wear long sleeve shirts or tell people they are just papercuts. Strangely enough, people believe me.

"Hey you, dumbhead," A male bully sneered at me as I open my locker to put my books inside. His sidekicks laugh. I simply shook my head and tried to ignore them. I turn around just to be punched in the face, leaving a bruise. Makeup won't be able to cover this one. They laugh some more as he throws another punch and then walks off laughing his head off.

I slam my locker door shut and walk to my next class where I'm greeted by sneers and cold looks. I just walk to the back, trying to ignore all that is happening to me as I keep up my mask. I don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how much I'm hurting. This on top of my home life makes life almost unbearable.. My history teacher turns on a power point and begins to give a lecture. I take out my notebook and start taking notes as a note (you know, the ones that you pass around around and people add to?) came to my desk. I pick it up. My insides burst out into tears as I read the note.

Willow is so stupid. I wonder why she doesn't just kill herself.

Willow is ugly.

What type of name is Willow anyways?

She will never get a boyfriend.

She should just kill herself already.

The harsh words continued to sting. 'So it's true..' I think to myself. 'Everyone hates me.' I crumble the note in my hand and throw it in the trash can next to my desk as I continue to take notes. I didn't read the entire thing so I didn't read the last note.

Willow is special in her own way. That's what makes her better than you.