I clean off the blade and shoved it in a little pocket of my binder; i ran to class and sat in my sit next to Niall. I have every class with him and sit next to him also, it’s quite painful. I gently put down my binder and take my seat.
I roll up my sleeves, not thinking. I reach up and take my paper out of my binder.
“Uhhhh Taylor?” Niall quietly says but calmly.
“What.” I sternly say.
“The cuts on your wrist.” Niall gently says.
Oh shit.
“Do not tell anyone.” I say rolling up my sleeves quickly.
I shake my head and continue writing on my paper.
“Why do you do it”? Niall mumbles asks.
“You don’t go what I go through. You don’t get bullied, you don’t get pushed down, and you don’t get called ugly or fat. You don’t get binder checked.” I say with tears wielding in my eyes.
After school I went home and watched WWE, my favorite gotta be Sheamus. I love him so much, so short, so pale, red hair. Ugh such an Irish man. Sheamus the great white.I actually have a hoodie of Sheamus, I got him to sign it, when I met him. I cried when I met him, best moment of my life I wish I could go back to the moment.

I went up stairs’ and continued on my story on how this girl goes to school every day and how it’s a battleground, how she gets bullied and how she thinks she’s in love with the most popular guy in school but doesn’t know if she is or not, aka also known as my life.
Writing is my escape I’ll do anything just to sit down and write.
I heard my phone buzz. I look over, Nathan James Sykes. My one and only friend, I have no classes with. It sucks, he has a girlfriend that he is truly in love with.
Nathan: “Hey, hey… how you doin’?”
Me: “Oh Nate lol. I could do better.”
Nathan: “Sorry I started the conversation but gf calling gtg.
I just went to bed after that skipping dinner.
The next day.I woke up and get dress and ate and went to the battleground.