~Chapter 7: All By Myself~

When I awoke the storm was gone and there were puddles of water everywhere. It was 7:30 AM. School started in thirty minutes. I had already missed a few days, and didn't need to repeat any classes.

Plus, at least I would get some food. I stretched and made my body get up to deal with the pain. I made sure I was completely alone as I stripped and got into the cold water. Good thing I remembered my body wash, shampoo and towels.

I was scrubbing everywhere trying to get the sense of clean back. John had left bruises, fingernail marks; bite marks nearly everywhere, but my face. I forced myself not to think about what had occurred and focused on school.

After I was done with everything, I made sure my tent and belongings would be secure. After that I left for school.

I opened the huge silver doors and went in. I threw a fake small smile on my face as I looked straight ahead. I tried to stay positive. I wondered if I would see Zero's sister, or Zero himself. That would cheer me up.

Come to think of it, he was in my dream from what I can remember. It was a nice dream and we were all laughing and happy.

I can't really imagine him laughing, not with the vibes he gives off. I made it to my first class on time and took my usual seat. I felt super uncomfortable as everyone looked at me and snickered.

Was there something I forgot to cover up? Something on my face maybe?

One of the girls in class came to me. "Hehe, look at this." She handed me a photo. I was horrified to see me and John. It must've been taken after I passed out from the punch he gave me.

I was unconscious and John was next to me with his hand in my shirt. My face went red from complete embarrassment. No wonder why the halls were so quiet. But who took the picture?

"So you sleep with older men huh? You're a slut." Another girl said giggling.

"No I don't! He's my—" I began, but a boy cut me off.

"He's your pimp right Krystal?" He pointed as he laughed his head off. I wanted to sink into a small puddle right then.

"No one here wanted you so you went and got dirty with an older man. You're disgusting!" A boy with orange hair yelled.

"I'm not like that!" I yelled over their laughter. "He's my stepfather for crying out loud!"

"But you slept with him last night. Erin and I could hear you screaming when we got in from school yesterday." Lisa said as an evil smile appeared on her face.

"What!" I said in total shock. They knew and did nothing to help me. And she just told the whole class.

"Krystal, girl you are messed up. No wonder you're a whore." Everyone in the class laughed at me. My eyes started to tear up but I wouldn't cry in front of them. If only they really knew the hell I faced.

Before I could get a word out, the teacher came and we all took our seats. The rest of the day was horrible. I was tripped twice, step on, nearly beat up. I was called so many bad things. I started to believe it.

I was losing my mind again. I went into the bathroom during lunch. No one was in there.

"Whore."

"Slut."

"Useless."

All these words echoed in my head no matter how hard I tried to push them out. I got angry and I punched the mirror in the bathroom. No matter what I did and said, the result was the same.

I tried to take deep breaths but nothing seemed to calm in down. I held my bloodied hand with my other hand and sat in a corner. It was too much to take in a day.

I picked up a big glass shard and held it against my wrist. Who would give a damn if I was gone? I had no idea where my mom and sister were. They probably left town and got far, far away. And I was having another mental breakdown.

I began to slowly and deeply cut my wrist with jagged piece. It felt like a release that I needed. In a few minutes I was starting to get really light headed. I think I was starting to die and I laughed softly.

I had only cut one wrist and moved onto the other. Blood gushed out and dripped around me. In a disgusting sense I was content. I couldn't take the bull crap in my life and I had one way out. Suicide.

The last thing I did was cry as a sick but sad smile slipped on my face before I blacked out.

Zero P.O.V.

I had this sick feeling in my gut. It just appeared out of nowhere and wouldn't leave me alone. I was looking for my sister after lunch. She had left in a hurry and I heard a scream from nearby,

People were crowded around the girls bathroom.

"Thank goodness, she's gone." Some kid with grey spiky hair said.

"Zero, come here quickly!" Zoey cried as she pushed me through the crowd and into the bathroom. I was immediately hit with the scent of blood.

My eyes widened when I saw Krystal, her brown bangs were covering her eyes. Her wrists were slit and still bleeding. There was a lot of blood around her. I could tell she had cried. I felt so bad. Instead of gawking at her, why wasn't anyone doing anything?

"Zoey, get those kids away from here. Scare them off." I said bluntly. I quickly ran over to get Krystal and picked her up gently. She was lighter than she looked. She seemed so fragile as I carried her out of the bathroom.

Zoey had done her part. Just a few people were left. They let out small gasps when they saw us.

"You're helping her, there's no point, she already dead." A cheerleader named Amber sneered.

"Yeah good riddance!" Her friend shouted.

That ticked me off. "Shut the hell up!" I glared at them so hard they peed on themselves. I heard kids laughing at them. That's what they get. Damn teens.

As we made our way to the hospital several thoughts ran through my head. Why would she try to kill herself? Maybe it was the abuse. I've seen her always by herself but it's like she was used to it. She seemed so lonely.

She always looked tired and sore. But her smile was radiant. I saw Zoey pick up something off the ground and seen a picture of Krystal with an older man's hand in her shirt. She was unconscious obviously. I wonder who the guy is.

Regardless of the crap that's been going on, I would defiantly get to the bottom of it. That I would promise her.