Never Give In

When the school bell rings, I gather my things and walk out of the classroom as people push and shove to go home. Thinking about how Stephen 'convinced me' to meet him at the Seven-Eleven, I head towards the main doors out of school.
I feel someone grip their hand around my wrist, and I flinch. They start to pull me against the crowds of students, but the halls are so crowded that I can't see who it is that's pulling me away. I try to loosen their grip on my wrist, but their grip only gets tighter. As they pull me into less crowded halls, I struggle a little more trying to get away from them, but to no avail.
I make out that it's a guy just as he pulls me into an empty hallway. He turns around, and I realize who he is. I remember why I'm afraid of him, why I started cutting and why I'm trembling in fear. I fall to the ground and inch away from him cautiously as he gazes into my eyes.
"Hi, Crystal." He says, crouching down in front of me.
My mouth drops slightly in disbelief and I mouth the word "Why?" at him, unable to speak.
"It's me, Oreo. Don't you remember me?" Orion inquires, reminding me of his old nickname.
I sit there trembling as he holds his hand out to help me up. When he realizes that I'm not going to take his hand he grabs mine and pulls me up to my feet. I push him away and take a few steps back.
"Please... Just stay away from me." I say, continuing to walk backwards slowly.
"Crystal, did you forget?" Orion asks as the smile fades away from his face and he walks towards me, "Did you forget all the punishments I gave you for treating me like this?"
"No!" I scream as he grabs me and throws me to the ground. My backpack falls off of my shoulders and slides a few feet away from me.
"Why do you always have to be like this, Crystal?” He shouts at me, pulling me up by my hair and dragging me towards a janitors’ closet.
He opens the door and pushes me in, following me and closing the door behind him. He blocks the path to the door with his body and presses me up against a wall. As I start to shout for help, he puts his hand over my mouth to muffle me. As I feel his hand grab my breast I start tearing up. No, I don’t want this.
I try to push him off of me, but he holds my hands above my head. He starts to kiss me forcefully and begins to take my shirt off just as I see the door open. Light pours into the closet and I see a figure standing in the door.
“Alright, that’s enough. Go home, kids.” The janitor says, turning on the light.
Orion turns around to see the janitor and I push past them both, dashing into the hall. I pick up my backpack and swing it over my shoulder, still sprinting towards the double doors I couldn't manage to reach last time.
“Crystal! Wait!” Orion calls, chasing after me.
I race through the doors and off of campus, not bothering to look back. I take a right onto a different street, and another right into an alley.
Damn! If I don’t meet Stephen at the Seven-Eleven, he’ll go home and tell our parents about the Black Veil Brides concert I’m going to go to. I reach in my pocket and pull out my iPod. I turn it on and check the time to see that school ended 30 minutes ago. He might still be there, but I need to hurry.
I peek around the corner, checking to see if Orion is there. I scan the street and sidewalk, but don’t see him. I walk out of the alley, returning to the sidewalk, and speed walk to the Seven-Eleven.
Once I’m there, I walk around back to see a very pissed off Stephen. He looks at me with despise and walks up to me.
“You fucking brat, making me wait.” Stephen yells at me as he throws a punch at my stomach.
I fall to the ground on my knees, clutching at the pain. He knees me in the face and I’m thrown onto my back as my backpack falls away from me.
“Bitch. And to think I was actually going to keep my deal with you.” He rants, kicking me in the ribs, “You’re useless.”
“I can still do what you wanted, just please don’t tell our parents about the concert.” I plead, “What is it you wanted me to do?”
“You’re a fuck up! All you were supposed to do was rack up a couple hundred bucks for me, but I doubt you could even pull off being a prostitute.” Stephen answers, kicking me in the face.
-Time Lapse-
I wake up to the dreadful cold of my soaking wet clothes. I see water splashing in puddles around me and get up slowly and groggily. As I start to recall where I am and what day it is, I gasp. The sun’s already gone down, how long have I been out? I groan and get up, throwing my soaked backpack over my shoulder. I pull my iPod out of my pocket and check the time.
I gasp and start running towards the venue. I won’t be able to make it on time! It’s almost a mile away and starts in five minutes! The cold rain cuts through me, making every step I take hurt a little worse. I turn the corner onto a different street and continue to sprint there.
When I get to the venue, I race up to the doors, hurrying to open them. I tug on them and drop my backpack as I begin to understand that the doors are locked. I hit my fist against the door and tears begin to warm my cheeks. I sink to the ground and bawl.
After some time, I get up, still crying, and walk towards my backpack. I know what I’m looking for as I dig through my backpack and find my pocket mirror. I open it up and a small, flat object comes tumbling out. I hold it in my hand and drop the mirror, watching it shatter on the pavement. I run behind the building where nobody will see me, and take off my bracelets, revealing the red lines from the last time. My sobs start to rack my body as I sit down on some steps leading to a door. I set down my bracelets and hold the blade between my thumb and index finger. I bring it closer to my skin and slide it across my wrist over and over until the pain starts to subside. I look at the blade in my hand and imagine how easy it would be to just cut a little too deep on my wrist, and just give up. It couldn’t hurt, right? Nobody would miss me… Hell, there are a lot of people that tell me to kill myself…
“I’m done with this.” I whimper as I bring the razor closer to my wrist, “I just want it to be over…”
I hear the door shut from behind me, and quickly put my hand over my wrist in hopes that whoever it is behind doesn’t see the blood trickling down my arm.
“What…?” I hear a guy ask from behind me in a strangely familiar voice.

Notes

Sorry for no update yesterday! I was typing it on this site and then my brother logged me out and everything was lost .-. Comments and ratings are appreciated. ^-^ Thanks!