A/N: Inspiration has struck my little head and now I want to write a little more of a somber chapter. (Sorry.)

Trigger warnings: Suicidal thoughts

The rest of the day passed by rather normally considering that you were still adjusting to your wheelchair. People asked every so often what had happened and you just told them you'd hurt your legs. Nothing else had to be said to them to make them go away. At lunch you said you weren't hungry once again, and for another day everyone believed you. Things were going well... that is, until you began to go home.

The final bell rang out loud and clear signaling everyone it was time to go. The teacher shuffled out of the classroom and a staggered line of students followed. You sighed and piled your things into your lap. You were sitting and waiting for the upheaval of students to disperse when you noticed a group of smug looking students lingering at the back of the class. You watched them out of the corner of your eye. They were glancing over to you and sniggering. You focused your steely gaze into your lap as you waited for the students to get out of the door. You silently prayed the teacher would come back into the classroom.

You began wheeling towards them because you had to get to the ramp. Your seat just had to be on one of the higher layers of the classroom. You kept your head down and avoided eye contact, your eyes now intently focused on the smooth tile floor. You almost began sliding down the ramp when you felt your chair jerk forward and stop. You looked directly ahead at the whiteboard, fearing what you would see if you looked back.

"Going somewhere?"

The cold voice sent shivers down your spine and you could feel his breath on your neck. You nodded. "I want to go home." You made an attempt to push yourself forward, but to no avail. You began to panic. You felt like an animal in a cage. You could do nothing about the position you were in.

"Awww," a new voice cooed mockingly, "she wants to go home. Isn't that cute?" You heard cruel laughs in response. "Oh honey," the same voice continued. You heard the click of her combat boots on the floor as she walked in front of you. She kneeled down so she was at eye level with you height. She looked like a rat. Her cheekbones were high and foreboding and her nose was pinched and pointed. Her thin lips were pulled into a scowl and her black eyes bored into you. "Your freakish ass isn't going anywhere."

She grinned at you, and before you knew it, you felt a sharp pain in your right cheek as she slapped you. She grabbed your face and turned it to look back at her. "You look like a slut." She slapped you the other way. "You don't belong here." She slapped you in your right cheek again. This pattern went on until your cheeks were bright red, but you refused to cry. She glared at you, panting, before turning back to the group.

"I can't crack her. David, she's all yours." She stepped away and a new figure appeared before you. He was tall and thin with his teeth bared and his eyes narrowed. "Why are you doing this..." You mumbled. The group laughed coldly. "Why?" A high pitched voice mimicked you from behind. "Why are you doing this?" They laughed again for a moment before the dame voice answered, "It's funny!" The man called David placed his face inches in front of yours. Your disgust for these people overwhelmed you and before you could stop yourself you spit right in his eye. He fell back clutching his eye and you smiled to yourself. Your smile vanished however after her got back up and picked you out of your wheelchair.

In a matter of moments you were flying down the ramp like a slide before crashing into the podium painfully. The boy holding your wheelchair at the top of the ramp looked at you and then at the chair. He flashed you a wicked grin before saying, "Oops..." You had seconds to crawl out of the way before the wheelchair slammed into the place you had been moments before. At that you broke. A few tears slipped out of your eyes and hit the cold floor. "Come on guys," a girl said, "That's enough..." The rest of the group grumbled their agreement.

You could hear their footsteps and voices fade as they walked away and left you alone. They're right, you thought, everything they said was true. You laid on the floor for who knows how long before finally mustering up enough strength to get back into your wheelchair. There was now a dent in the left wheel, but otherwise it was unharmed. You wished you could way the same for yourself.

You made it to the front of the school and you stared blankly at the street. You got lost in the rough black pavement as you watched the cars rush by. You thought of how easy it would be to wheel into the street. It would all end. All the pain. All the lies. You would be free. Truly free... You contemplated it, but then you thought of Jack. You'd never see his face light up with his boyish excitement again. You would never get to know him. You wanted to live for that.

In that moment, you realized that there was no way for you to get home. You sighed and pulled at your phone to dial the number you seemed to be calling more and more. The phone clicked as the person you were calling picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jack..."

"Hey [Y/N]! What's up? Is something wrong?"

"No," you sighed, "I just... Can you pick me up from school? I can't drive."

"Oh! Of course! Be there soon! Bye!"

"Bye."

The phone clicked as he hung up and you were left alone once more. You drew circles into your [F/C] binder with your finger as you got lost in your thoughts a second time. You just needed to relax. You needed to focus on the positive. After all, you had Jack, right? You had Mark and Felix and Bob and Wade... You were cared about... Right?

You were broken out of your ordeal by a loud honk. You jumped in your seat and looked up to see Jack laughing at you. "Hey," you pouted, but there was a smile on your face, "sneak attacks don't count!"

"Oh yes they do!" He replied with a smile. He hopped out of the car and went through the same drill as the hospital. On the way the things the group had said had come back to you. Their remarks chased themselves around in your brain like a whirlpool. "Hey," Jack said, "are you alright?" You nodded wordlessly and looked out of the window for the remainder of the ride.

Once you had reached your flat he helped you out like before. You began to make your way away from the car, but you didn't get more than are few feet before you heard Jack call for you. You spun around to face his contagious smile. "I'm taking you to and from school from now on, ya hear?" You nodded, but the smile dropped off your face. "Jack?" You asked.

"Hm?" He looked at you with his piercing ocean eyes.

"D-do you think you could maybe stay tonight?" Your face turned red and Jack smiled at you. He opened his door and shut the car off. He looked you right in the eye. "Of course I'll stay the night." You smiled at him and uttered a quiet 'thank you'.

You spent the night laughing and playing video games while he ate your popcorn. He offered you some, but you politely declined. Soon enough it was late into the night. You stifled a yawn as your eyes drooped. Jack smiled and laughed at you quietly. "It's time for bed." You didn't protest when he picked you up bridal-style. "Okay, where's your room?" He asked. You pointed lazily down the hall and to the left.

He grinned down at you as you nuzzled into his chest. He smelled like an old book mixed with summer rain. It was intoxicating. He set you down gently and tucked you in. He must have thought you were already asleep because he kissed you gently on the forehead and whispered "Sweet dreams..."

He sauntered out of the room to sleep on the couch and you drifted into the first peaceful sleep you've had in a while.

A/N: Okay, so hopefully next chapter will be a little more interesting, I just wanted to write something so I'm sorry if it's bad!