My vision kept going in and out of focus and I felt dizzy.
It's not like he hit you too hard, stop acting like such a wimp Jungkook.
The world around me spun in and out of consciousness.
I tried keeping my eyes open but they kept shutting.
Beeppp
All my classmates sprung up from their seats and hurriedly ran out of the classroom door.
I slowly gathered my things and walked out of the classroom as well.
2 minutes later
"Jungkook, this is the third time I see you limping this week." said Mrs. Lee, obviously frustrated and sad.
She then handed me an icepack.
"Make sure you use this, and please stay out of trouble. I hate seeing you hurt so often."
I nodded, thanked her, and walked out into the now empty hallway.
I soon wandered past the cafeteria and sadly looked in.
I can't mess up my streak now.
I then nodded my head, and continued on my way.
Dance practice
I set my bags down inside the room to my dance class, and took my seat.
My thoughts soon wandered back to the note I previously got this morning.
Who wrote that damn note? I hope to God it wasn't him. Maybe, just maybe, someone cares about me. Or, much more likely, he wrote it and no one gives a shit about me.
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