I had never witnessed a gang war. I suppose there was a reason my mother didn't let me roam the neighborhood.

First, the gang leaders met and decided on when to hold the war. Since our gang didn't really have a leader, we voted for a temporary leader. Of course, the votes were all Tobias. He picked me to go along with him, and we met at the border. Peter showed up with Molly and Drew, as expected.

Tobias did most of the talking. They decided on Saturday afternoon.

That Saturday, we all met at the border. Though we were outnumbered, we were fighting for a cause. We were fighting, not only for me, but for lots of students who were bullied. "I'm pretty sure we all know the rules." Tobias said. "Winner rules the school. Loser has to break up." Everyone agreed, and the battle started.

Peter immediately tried to get to me, but Tobias got in his way. They started fighting, and I fought two girls and Drew. I beat the two girls, but Drew would have beaten me if Will hadn't been there for me. There were no major injuries, but we didn't win by far. It was very close.

Peter hung his head. "Fine." His ex-gang left, and we cheered. But the abuse didn't stop.

In fact, the abuse became almost unbearable. The cuts became deeper, the belt became harder. I fell unconscious more and more, and it began to tell on my health.

I mean, he wouldn't be so mean to me if I was a good person, right? Maybe I was a bad person. Maybe I didn't deserve Tobias. Like, he probably posted every mean comment on tumblr. He was wayyy too good for me.

But on the other hand, if he hated me, why would he show me Marcus? I had an answer for that too - he just had to tell someone, and I just happened to be around.

So I let Peter drag me down, deeper and deeper until I could only think thoughts of self - hatred. I let Peter do more and more things to me. The gang - they were probably only going to betray me anyway. I cut off all contact with everyone.

I got into the habit of going down to the Chasm every day. I'd look down into the depths and listen to the rushing water, thinking about how I almost died. And suddenly, I'd want to. The chasm was calling me somehow, telling me to let go of my pain. I could never resist.

One Saturday, I packed all of my bags and cleaned my dorm. I then texted Tobias. "Night Toby. See you again in the sunlight."

I then plodded back to the Chasm, in only my hoodie and sweat pants.

And I jumped.