Save Me From My Self-Destruction- Chapter 2

Sorry about the wait! Some people on Instagram & Twitter told me they read the first chapter, so I decided to continue it. Thanks to anybody who read it. Also two people "buzzed" it. I'm new to buzznet, so I'd be thankful if someone could tell me what it means :3. The song for this chapter is When You See My Friends by Mayday Parade.

"You're adorable as hell, but I'm glancing at your wrists"

Hayley's P.O.V

I glanced down at the timetable that had just been handed to me, fear twisting my stomach into knots. My mom, who stood beside me, was currently chatting to the principal about god knows what. "So Hayley" the principal said, turning to face me. I forced myself to look up at the important looking woman infront of me. Wow, she was tall. Being 5 foot 2 mind you made most people look tall, but still, she was positively looming over me. Her face was thin, and almost horse-like. Bags had formed under her eyes, making her look older than she probably was. I guessed she was around 40, but I couldn't really tell. "You'd better get going, don't want to be late on your first day". I looked at the clock on the wall. Jeez, she was right. I suddenly felt like a little kid on their first day of elementary school, not just a 17 year-old going into her senior year at high school. I searched the timetable in my hands and found out that I had P.E first. Great. I could run, but that was about it. Any other sports, especially those involving height, I was completely useless at. At least I'd had the common sense to put my kit in my bag this morning, otherwise things could be ten-times worse. I jumped as the bell went, before stuffing my timetable into my bag and taking off along the corridor, having no idea where I was going. "Uh- Hayley" the principal called out. I turned around to see her walking towards what I presumed to be her office, smiling. "The gym is the other way, sweetie". "Eh, uh th-thank you" I stammered, before turning around and beginning to walk down the opposite corridor.

I felt a blush creeping up on my cheeks. Ugh, I thought to myself, why did I have to be so stupid? I approached what I took to be the changing rooms. Cautiously I pushed the door open, slipped inside, and found a space on one of the metal benches. I could feel all the other girls stares burrowing into me as I slipped into my shorts and gym shirt. They all stood in their groups, whispering between themselves. I was convinced they were talking about me. On the way out one of them stuck out their foot, and I stumbled on it. I left the changing rooms with my ears ringing with their laughter and my eyes burning with tears.

Outside the changing rooms there were a couple of people, but thankfully none of them seemed to notice me, or so I thought. As I leaned against the stone wall, squeezing my eyes to get rid of the tears, a quiet voice beside me said "I'd take those off before Mr Smith sees them, he has a thing about jewellery". I looked up and was met by a face that could only be described as, well, beautiful. He had shoulder length brown hair, pale skin, and a lip ring that glistened when the light hit it. It took me a while to realise what he had said. My bracelets, take them off.

Shit, I was in trouble. Big trouble. Mr Beautiful must have noticed my panicked look 'cause he leaned down worriedly. "Hey, is everything oka...", he trailled off at the end, and I saw a glint of realisation in his eyes. "I-I can't take them off" I managed to stutter, tears forming in my eyes. He bit down on his lip ring as I probably just confirmed his thoughts. Why did things like this always happen? I was scared of what he was going to do now, tell a teacher, spread around the school that the new kid was a wrist sliting emo? To my surprise though, he did nither. Instead, he ran back into the boys changing rooms, and came back with two black sweatbands. "Put these on" he said softly. There was no pathetic sympathy in his voice, but a hint of understanding, a hint of caring. Maybe he hadn't figured out after all. But as I was about to make my way into the hall, a warm breath in my ear stopped me. "We're going to talk about this at lunch, I'll listen, I promise". I just nodded my head, what else could I do. I would just avoid him for the rest of the day, it wouldn't be that hard. I didn't even know his name, and I doubt he even understood. As I walked through the doors and into the hall though, I saw something that made me change me mind. On his wrists were also two sweatbands, and just above them, not completly concealed, were a couple of very familiar looking scars.

Sorry it was so long! As I said before, I'm really bad at chaptering things. I had no inspiration last night, so I listened to some music, and then BAM!, it hit me and I couldn't stop writing. I'll uodate as soon as possible. Comments/criticsm always welcome!

Becca xD