Sorry for sort chapter. I had to update today but didn't have much time. WARNING: This does contain self harm. Do not do it at home! Please.

Enjoy this new chapter :) x

Damon's POV

The final bell finally rang.

I packed up my books and started to head out of the class door but was blocked by Tyler and Matt.

"Oh pretty boy, what are these books? You don't need these!" Matt laughed as he smacked the books out of my hands.

They fell to the ground. Fury raged in me but I didn't show it as I bend down to pick the books up, but got pushed onto my face, earning my glasses to break.

"Naww Poor boys going to cry home to mum, oh wait, she's dying!" Tyler laughed.

The crowd now that was around us shot glares at Tyler for pushing it.

I felt tears stinging in my eyes but I wouldn't let them fall, not here.

I got up, silently and picked up my books. I turned round and punched Tyler in the jaw with all my might.

Unfortunately I used the hand I had hurt this morning, so I had to fight the cry I was going to let escape my lips.

People around me backed up and looked a little scared.

A figure I could just make out with my blurry vision, had her hand over her mouth. Beside her were two other girls. They glared at me. The crowd around started to fade off.

Tyler still looked at me, fuming, but Caroline headed over to calm him down. She kissed his now red jaw. I just scoffed and went up to Elena. Bonnie, who was beside her, looked at me with disgust as I walked closer to them.

"So you still up for after school?" The question made Bonnie look at Elena with a puzzled look. Elena just looked behind me then met my eyes, as if she had no idea what I was talking about.

"What were we doing?" She asked, dumbly. I couldn't believe her.

"You know, we were going to go to the grill," I answered like it was a question.

She just rolled her eyes. "In your dreams Salvatore," And with that she pushed right past me, her friends following her like puppies.

I just stared at her as she wiggled her ass as she walked.

She laughed with her friends and didn't even look back.

I turned round and ran out the school hallway to the open air. I ran all the way to my house, fighting tears.

I slammed the front door open. I had nearly fallen over on the way home because of my damaged glasses.

I heard my fathers foot steps head down the steps.

"Why did you slam that door, Damon?" He asked, pissed. I just looked at him and ignored me.

"And what the fuck happened to your glasses?!" He yelled, coming closer to me. He jammed his finger in my chest as he spoke.

"I payed a good fortune for those glasses! I am not going to get anymore, you will just have to make do." He decided.

"But I need glasses for-" I was cut off by a hard hit to the face by my fathers hand.

"Don't speak back to me! When I make a decision, its final! You hear me?!" He yelled.

I held my face as I mumbled a "Yes". He nodded.

I headed up to my bedroom straight after. I slammed the door shut. I wish mother was here.

She had been staying at the hospital lately and my father wouldn't let me visit her often.

I leaned against the door and clenched to my chest.

Tears started falling down my face as I slid down the door.

I hugged my knees as I rocked back and forward as I cried. Why was my life like this.

I realised pain had brought relief and I felt better. I had an idea.

I got up and creeped downstairs to the bathroom. I locked the door and searched the cabinet.

I found what I was looking for.

I pulled my fathers shaver blade out and held it near my wrist.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I cut against my skin. I winced from the pain and dropped the blade to the ground.

Tears fell again. My wrist stung but after a while I felt better. I grabbed a small towel and a bandaid.

Wiping the blood first and then putting on the bandaid, I felt much better.

I looked at my face in the mirror. No glasses made me look more attractive then I thought.

But god did I look like a mess. My eyes were red from crying. My face pale and pasty. My raven black hair a mess from the countless times I ran my fingers through it today.

I opened the cabinet again. I found contacts that my mother had bought for me one day before she got sick.

I hand't tried them yet. I put them in my pocket and head up back to my room.

Todays events made me very tired, so I decided to lay on my bed. I shut my eyes and shortly after, I dazed off to a deep sleep.

What meanies some people are! This story is getting depressing. Oh well, It will get better I promise ;) Review x