She's Wild

Chapter 4: What am I, five?

Chapter 4: What am I, five?

^^^^ Wild at the top :D

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He's trouble.

Dangerous, murderous. He could kill me, my body shrinks down into the seat in fear. His tall figure towers over everyone in the classroom, his confident smirk shows how ignorant and selfish he is. I need to get away, now.

"Who are you anyway?" I turn my head slightly to shoot him a hateful glare even though inside I was shaking with fear.

Inside I was hyperventilating, my hands were shaking underneath the desk in my lap and I was biting my lip to keep in the tears.

I want nothing more but to scream "GET AWAY!" but I couldn't find the strength to do it.

"Hm, stubborn eh? I like it." Evan licks his lips, now if I was a normal girl, I probably would've swooned or had heart eyes. But since I'm not like everyone else, I glare again before focusing on the teacher writing notes on the whiteboard. I pull out my notebook and start taking notes. Just ignore him, he'll go away.

"Nerdy?" Evan whispers too close for my liking, I turn my head to meet his scary dark green eyes.

I scream.

"GET AWAY!" I scream high pitched and jump from my seat, my heart racing and my hands were sweaty. Everyone was staring at me weirdly, great.

Evan raises an eyebrow questioningly towards me. I ignore everyone and run out of the room, my whole body shaking in fear.

I let out a sob and sink down on the floor with my back against the wall, my hands dig into the roots of my wavy brown hair.

They say first impressions matter, that went straight down the drain.

"Wild?" I hear a voice come from beside me, I pick my head up from my palms to see Kasey bending down to my level.

"What happened back there?" She asks soothingly.

I shoot her a glare and run off to the bathroom. It's the only place to be left alone at the moment, once I reach the bathroom I look at my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes are puffy from the crying and my nose is so stuffy I can't breathe through it anymore. I pull up the sleeve of my sweatshirt and look down at my wrists.

The scars.

Several white lines sit on my skin causing my heart to beat faster from the memories. "You can do it." I whisper hopefully.

Next I pull down my jeans and look at my thighs in the mirror, wide burnt pieces of skin lay on my upper thighs, I choke back a sob at the memories and pull up my pants.

The memories.

If I screw up, then everything will be ruined again.

I sigh and look straight into my boring dull eyes. My eyes used to be much more interesting. I used to have this cute toothy smile on my face, I used to have crystal blue eyes that my old friends were always jealous of.

Now I have this depressing terrifying scowl on my face, my eyes are dull and everyone is too afraid to look into them.

I'm like broken glass, everyone else doesn't get near me because they know they'll get hurt.

Maybe I'm the dangerous one, maybe I'm just too blind to see that some people are just trying to be nice and I keep pushing them away. I tried with Addy and Richelle, I'm trying my hardest. But yet I'm not good enough. I'll never be the perfect daughter, heck even my parents didn't keep me, I have just as much worth as a ripped piece of paper.

"We can do it." I whisper to myself and walk out of the bathroom, my shoulders were slouched over in a slack-ish position.

Kasey had left and the hallway was empty, deciding to get to my next class early, I go to my locker and grab my books and head off to my next class as the bell rings.

Just in time.

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The bell rings signalling lunch time, I smile and run straight to the bathroom with my lunch in hand. Lunch was always my favorite part of the day, not because of the food. I always ate in the bathroom because of everyone else, they were too loud or annoying. Also just the presence of horny teenage boys wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

I sit on the toilet seat and open up the brown paper bag, Richelle had packed this lunch for me and honestly I'm scared of what's in it. I can't just switch up my eating patterns, that's unhealthy right? Like if I usually eat just a peach then how am I going to eat a sandwich including all of the sides?

Inside the bag sat a container of cut up apples, juice box, PB&J sandwich, and a mini salad. What am I, five? At least she took time out of her day to pack my lunch, maybe she switched up Addy and I's lunches.

I eat the cut up apples and push away the food already feeling full, I know this can't be healthy. Eating a small snack once a day, nothing more. But i'm used to it, I'm used to having one small thing each day and one day I'd like to change it. If you saw my stomach you'd think I'm anorexic. No offense to anyone with anorexia, I myself had struggled with it at one point. It's just, my ribs are poking out of my stomach in a sick twisted way, I have a huge thigh gap and if I was wearing a t shirt and shorts you'd see how boney I was. But I always cover up with big sweaters and skinny jeans which are baggy on me.

I just don't know how to fix it.

I don't know how to make everything right again, I want to be a normal weight, I want to have a normal life.

I just wanna be normal.

I choke back my rising sob and eat the rest of my lunch. Maybe I should just eat like everyone else, then I'd get more fit. Right?

Shaking my head I throw away the empty brown paper bag and walk to my locker.

Suddenly I was pushed to the floor, my arms spread out and my face planting straight to the floor. But I was caught by two strong arms, and when I look up, I find the eyes of Evan smirking down at me.

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i quickly updated bc you guys really wanted  another chapter, haha im so glad you guys love it. btw i read all comments, im not one of those authors that ignores comments. i love them and they make my day, seriously i read all of your comments so you can ask questions or whatever you want, ily guys sm thanks xx