Alone (camp camp) *~DISCONTINUED~*

Part 27

(Tw: self harm)
(Please stay safe!)

    (The next day at school)
Max's POV
me Nikki and Neil arrive at the school doors and walked in.
Of course in our way here they just HAD to question me.
frankly, it was getting pretty annoying.
I told them the same lie I told Gwen and thank fuck they actually seemed to believe me.
But, because of this they now want to walk home with me all the time.
Well, there's a down to every up.
I walked into the school and went to my locker.
And again, a homophobic word that I will not say was in my locker.
FOR THE SECOND FUCKING TIME.
What the hell was going on!?
Nikki and Neil tried to comfort me, saying things like
"Just ignore it."
And
"It doesn't matter."
But that didn't help anything.
I eventually let go.
"Guys it's fucking fine."
I said back at them.
They seemed kind of shocked as to how calm I was about this.
I just let out another sigh and open my locker to get my stuff like nothing happened.
I then closed it and... all of a sudden I turn back and Nikki and Neil are gone.
Where the fuck did they go!?
All of a sudden someone slammed my head against the locker.
Considering I already had so many bruises on my face it hurt like hell.
I fell to my knees and put a hand over my nose as it was bleeding.
Fuck.
Before I knew it someone picked me up by my sweater hoodie causing me to choke.
I looked up to see who it was.
Jacob.
I was running out of air but somehow I managed  to choke out.
"I-ITS NOT WEdne s d a y."
Fuck, I was blacking out.
I was grabbing at my sweater neck hole trying to drag it down, but to no avail.
Considering he picked me up as I was exhaling, I didn't have a lot of air.
My neck was going to be bruised.
The corners of my vision were turning black, then the rest.
The last thing I heard was.
"ITS YOUT FUALT SHES BLACKMAILING ME YOU FREAK."
Then darkness.
                                        ...
I woke up in the hallway.
I guess no one cared that I was just on the floor, passed out.
My neck hurt like hell, so did my face.
I got my phone out and checked the time.
No one was in the hall so it was during some class.
I hit the on button and glanced.
8:14
I had only been out for 14 minutes.
I slowly recall what happened in my mind...
Freak? Why would he call me a freak?
...oh...
It didn't help the fact that I was something different and that other people couldn't understand.
Fuck, I couldn't take it anymore.
I was honestly trying to stop doing this, but I didn't care anymore.
I got up and started walking.
All I could think about was 'freak'
I went into a stall and locked it.
Then I reached into it for a failure piece of metal.
I took the toilet paper off and healed what was inside.
I rolled my pant leg up, but found that I had no room.
The scares haven't healed yet.
I let out a deep sigh and roll my sleeve up.
I usually don't like doing this on my arm because someone could find it easily, but I had no choice.
I took what I was holding al slowly slid it horizontally across my shoulder. 
Then it hit me.
I've been trying to quit this for a week and all of that just went down the drain.
I felt even more horrible, but this only made me want to do it more.
Time passes and the next thing I knew I skipped class and my phone was buzzing like crazy.
Next thing I knew I was sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
All of a sudden I heard the door open and I immediately put a hand over my mouth.
The person stoped dead in there tracks and said something.
"Max?"

-676

A/n
I'm very sorry for the sudden Change of pace in this story.
I'm just trying to move the plot forward, I promise that this is going somewhere.
Thanks for reading this chapter!