Warnings: Bullying, beating up, self harm
Day- Friday

I'd never had to deal with Wynter on his own before, he was usually the one to spot me and shout the first insult but I don't remember if he'd ever hit me before. I sat down next to him and mumbled a hello as I took out my sketchpad, notebook and my art book. I liked to do a rough sketch in my own book before doing the final piece in my school book. He grabbed my sketchbook and opened it, flicking through the pictures, he didn't say anything but I knew it was pointless to try and take it back. As he got to the dragon picture he looked at me and said "I don't see why Sasha said she made fun of this... Even I can't find fault with it" At that he practically threw it at me and said "but you're still a piece of shit though" in a tone that spat venom.

We'd been in the class for one hour now and we had 2 more hours to go. Wynter had agreed to let me draw him first but all he was doing was complaining and asking if I was done yet. When another half hour had passed I said yes, putting down my sketchbook. I'd decided to make a sketch of him naturally before converting it into the style we'd been given. He picked up his art book and started to sketch, after another half hour it was time for lunch. Wynter got up and left the room but I just gave the teacher a look that she understood all too well and she said I could stay. I took an apple out of my bag and ate it while starting on my final piece. I did a few small doodles in between working so I would have something to do until the end of class.

Lunch ended and Wynter came back, he looked at me some more, continuing to sketch and then said "I've seen enough of your ugly face, I can't believe Mrs Walter put us together" he focused all his attention on his work after that. When the class ended I caught a glimpse of his work and it was actually really good, I didn't think he would be the type of person to enjoy art. I figured he was in this class since it was considered an easy grade. We handed in our books and I left the classroom, dreading what was about to come. I didn't even make it to the end of the hall before I was confronted by Alice, Jennifer, Sasha and Jake. I looked around but Wynter had disappeared. Trying to run, Jake grabbed my arm "You're not going anywhere slut!" They dragged me off but I knew better than to fight or scream for help though I did still try to wriggle out of his grip. After what felt like an eternity they were finally done. I lay there with my nose bleeding, a small cut on my head, a wrist that felt sprained and bruises all over me. This beating was worse than all the ones before. They'd kicked me more times than I could count, one held me up so another could punch me. I had no idea who was throwing the punches since my eyes were shut tight in pain. Slowly I managed to pick myself up and went home. running past my dad I locked myself in the bathroom and cried as I showered, trying to wash away all evidence of what had happened to me. As I stood there under the warm water I opened my bag of shower supplies. Taking out my razor I sliced it across my wrist a few times and breathed deeply as relief washed over me. I let the blood flow for a minute, mesmerised by the way it dripped down my arm and the water took it down the drain. Then, after cleaning my cuts I got out of the shower. Once my body was slightly dry I wrapped my cuts in some bandages and secured the towel around me. Leaving the bathroom I ran to my bedroom and closed the door quickly. I dressed in a long sleeved black top and some ripped knee skinnies, using my hairdryer and brushing my hair. My wrist still felt sprained but I figured it was best to just leave it and try to take it easy for a little while. Lying down on my bed I tried not to cry, my whole body was hurting.

After around 10 minutes there was a loud knock on my door and my dad shouted, "I'm coming in!" I didn't even have time to sit up fully before the door swung open.
"Dad, what are you doing? I could've been naked!"
"You've been out of the shower for ages, I knew you'd be dressed now, get up and start packing!"
"Packing for what?" I didn't move from my bed.
"We're moving in with my partner now get the fuck up!" He came over to my bed and grabbed my wrist, right where my cuts were. I flinched but he didn't notice since he just threw me down on the floor and demanded that I get up again. He didn't smell of alcohol today which was alright I guess. Just means he won't be as mean to me. So I started to pack, not knowing that he had a girlfriend or that he was considering moving in with her. But to disobey my dad would be a death wish.