A/N: Thanks for reviewing, favouriting, following and reading! You guys are the best! :) So, here's Chapter 9! *-* This chapter may include swearing. This chapter could be triggering.
Arceus High School
Dawn's POV:
I continue to run through the playground, round to the girls' toilets. Just as I'm about to step in, there is a hand on my shoulder and another one on my waist. The hands spin me around to face a tanned boy with messy black hair. Ash. My eyes water as I remember what he said in his text to Iris. Then, he had to confirm it by making May trip over and throw her food all over me. Oh, the humiliation! I thought a fresh start would be good, but now, I just wish I'd never come to Kanto.
"Dawn," Ash pants, his hot breath hitting me. But I'm too angry and upset to think of this as romantic. Instead, I throw his hands off of me. His eyes widen in surprise. "What did you do that for?"
I ignore the excess amount of water in my eyes and begin to speak. "Why did you do it, Ash?"
"Look, Dawn, May wanted to get revenge -" Ash starts but I cut him off.
"I'm not talking about what happened in the canteen! I'm talking about using me. Why did you use me?" I ask.
"Use you? Look, Dawn, I don't know what fucking nonsense you're talking about," Ash replies, annoyed.
"That text to Iris..." I look down. I know the tears are coming, I just don't have the strength to wipe them away.
"Text to Iris?" Ash asks, puzzled. "Look, Dawn, you must be crazy if you think I'd text that slut. All I came for was to apologize for what happened in the canteen, not to be confronted! Especially not by lies! You're a fucking liar and a cheat, Dawn!" His words hit my right in the heart. The tears in my eyes let loose and fall on the ground. My vision becomes blurry.
"I-I'm sorry..." I say as I turn around.
"Sorry doesn't help, bitch. You know what? I'm glad that May came up with that plan to get revenge on you. You deserve it! Go back to wherever the fuck you came from, we don't need you here!"
I walk into the toilets and lock myself in a cubicle. I cry silently, even though my heart is begging me to scream at the top of my lungs. Ash, my only tower of strength, and I lost him. I look down at my hand. There's dried blood all around the cut and there's fresh blood still trickling out. I touch it with my other hand and wince in pain. When the pain dies down, I touch it again and again, until the pain feels more like relief. If this cut can give me relief, then how much relief would two or three more give me?
Slowly, I unzip my bag and open my pencil case. I fumble around for my pencil sharpener. I look at it. I'd need a screw driver to unscrew the blade but this plastic looks easy enough to break by stepping on it. I lift up my leg and in one quick motion bring it down with a lot of force.
Apart from hurting my leg, I didn't manage to cause a single crack in the pencil sharpener. I roll my eyes. Maybe if I had high heels, it would be easier. I unlock the cubicle and just to my luck, Iris is going out of the toilets. I quickly estimate where her heel will land when she walks out and I place the pencil sharpener there. A few seconds pass and her heel lands right on the pencil sharpener. It gives way with a crack.
Iris turns around and when she sees me, she bursts out laughing.
"Haven't you cleaned yourself up yet, slut?" she asks. I look down. "Oh, wait, you're probably crying over Ash! Well guess what, freak. He's mine and he hates you,"
"Why?" I ask.
"Why what?" Iris replies. She probably wasn't expecting me to say anything.
"Why does he hate me?" I ask, my voice getting lower and lower with every word.
"Because I made up a lie to make him hate you. He sent you a note but I intercepted it and gave a fake reply from you - a mean one at that. Go on and try to tell him, he'll never believe you,"
Iris turns away, haughtily, and strides off. I look at the blade, gleaming in the dim lights of the toilet. I crouch down and pick it up, staring at it. Without a moment's thought I press it into my left arm and move it along my arm, swiftly. I watch as beads of red appear on my skin, growing bigger and bigger. I do the same again, a bit closer to my wrist. I feel the feeling of hurt dying slowly.
I repeat the process once more and then turn on a tap and put my arm under it. I watch the water stain red and more blood flow out and mix with the water. Soon, the bell goes. I quickly get a few tissues and dry my arm. The cut on my hand had stopped bleeding while I was talking to Iris, but the three self inflicted cuts are still bleeding like the skin has just been separated. I sigh and make my way to the reception.
As I walk to the reception, I take note of how sticky and slimy I am. I never even washed off the food from my face. I feel absolutely disgusting.
"Excuse me," I say, when I reach the reception. The receptionist looks up at me and her face twists.
"Ugh, you children and your food fights. Have you got a change of clothes?" she asks. I shake my head. "Alright, well, is anyone home?" I shake my head again. "Have you got the house keys?" I nod. "Well, I'll just tell your teacher you won't be in and you can go. What's your name?"
"D-Dawn B-Berlitz," I say.
She searches me on the school system and takes a look at my timetable, then picks up the phone and dials a number.
"Hello? Yes, Professor Sycamore, Dawn Berlitz won't be in your class. She's going home due to an... accident at lunch. Yes, thank you, bye,"
The receptionist gives me a hard glare. I gulp.
"I'll just log this on your attendance monitor and then you can go," she says. "Honestly, if I ever see you covered in food again, I'll be writing to your parents. This is not acceptable behaviour."
I nod and wait a few minutes.
"Right, you can go now." the receptionist says.
I start walking out but then remember why I came here in the first place. I pause in my tracks. The receptionist must notice because she starts talking to me.
"What's wrong now?" she asks, not even bothering to hide the rudeness in her voice. I shake my head. "Well if it's nothing, then shoo! Away with you or else I'll make you go back to class!"
I walk as quickly as I can out of the door and then start running all the way to the bus stop. As soon as I arrive, the bus arrives. I get on and stand, not wanting to make the seats dirty.
When I arrive at my stop, I hop off of the empty bus and run to my house. I unlock, enter and re-lock the door and then hurry upstairs. I drop my school bag in its usual place next to the door and then go into the bathroom. I strip and then stand in the shower, letting the warm water splash on my body and gradually get colder and colder as it trails down. I shampoo my hair twice and rinse it out, thoroughly. I'm just about to finish my shower when suddenly, I feel sharp stings in my left arm. I look at it and see all three cuts bleeding a pale red. I look at my right hand and am relieved to see that the cut on it has closed up and isn't bleeding. The area around it is red and it doesn't look particularly nice, though. I finish my shower and change into some clean clothes - a grey, woolly turtle-neck, a pair of black leggings and my pair of cute panda slippers. Then, I apply some make up to the cut on my right hand and put plasters over the ones on my left arm.
I flop down on my bed, thinking about my day.
Ash. Best friend, enemy. Nice, mean. Trustworthy, traitor. Why would he do all that? After being so close with me, protecting me, defending me, caring about me... he just... stopped. Did I do something wrong? The thought of Ash being so mean makes tears well up in my eyes.
You're a fucking liar and a cheat, Dawn! Sorry doesn't help, bitch. You know what? I'm glad that May came up with that plan to get revenge on you. You deserve it! Go back to wherever the fuck you came from, we don't need you here!
The tears spill from my eyes and I curl up into a ball, breaking down. Why? Why did all this happen? What did I do? Questions rush through my mind like a hurricane, causing me to cry even more. I feel like someone is shooting me in the chest and each bullet is piercing through my heart but not killing me. Like this person is trying to put me through and eternity of endless pain. I wipe my eyes and stare ahead at my bedroom wall, trying to clear my mind. I close my eyes, turning the blue into black, and fall asleep.
