Grace's POV:

I got out of bed as my alarm went off. I turned it off and gathered my clothes as I headed into my bathroom to shower. I turned on the water for my shower and got undressed. As I waited for the water to warm, I looked at myself in the mirror. Cuts and bruises scattered my body.

"Fat...Ugly...Loner...Rejected...Forgotten...Slut...Bitch...Pig...Skank...Whore...Cow..." The list goes on as the insults run through my head. I look down at my stomach. I look so fat. I wish I could be skinny. I wish I could have a thigh gap. I wish I wasn't Cameron's sister so I wasn't brought into this mess.

I finally stepped into the shower and washed my hair and body. The water stung my open cuts from last night. I grabbed a blade from my razor that was on the shelf next to me. I cut five lines on each arm. The new marks were up near my elbow. There was no room left by my wrist. I had scars running all up and down my forearm. Once I was done, I held them under the burning water. Pain flooded through me, but it was a satisfying feeling. I deserve this. Blood and water mixed. After the stinging went away, I dried off and changed into my outfit for the day.

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Once I was changed, I started on my makeup. I had to make sure that all of my marks were covered. Once that was done, I did my eyeliner, mascara (along with fake lashes), lipstick, and bronzer to make my face look slimmer. Anyone can tell by looking at my face that I'm fat. Bronzer can't help me. Nothing can. Once I feel like I can't make myself look any better, I grab my makeup and put it in my school bag so I can fix it after I get beat up at school.

Once I packed it away, I made my way downstairs to see my mom at the table reading her messages from work. As I enter the room, she looks up and says good bye to me. "Make sure you grab something to eat." She tells me. I smile at her giving a hug. "Love you too Sweetheart." She says rubbing my shoulder and kissing my forehead. I look at the food in the kitchen. I can't eat any of it. I will just get fatter. I decide to skip breakfast again and go ahead to grab my penny board. It's just a simple black one with teal wheels.

I skated to my school. Cars filled with students drove past me yelling insults.

"Oh look who decided to come to school today."

"Why do you even try, Bitch."

"Why aren't you dead already!"

I ignore them and continue to move on. Not soon enough, do I make it to the doors. I pick up my penny board and open the doors and head to my locker. As I was grabbing and dropping off my books, one of the most popular guys at school come up to me. I didn't notice him until he almost slammed my hands in my locker. I stare in shock that my fingers were almost jammed in there.

I look over to the guy that did it to me. Justin. Glares at me and slaps me in the face. "Bitch." He grumbles to me. He knocks the books out of my hands and leaves, making his way through the crowd that always forms around me. More insults came.

"It's no wonder why your brother never comes around. He realizes that will mean seeing you."

"I feel bad that your parents have to see that everyday."

"Wow. That bruise forming on your cheek is making your face look better."

Laughs erupted amongst them and the bell ran, signaling everyone to go to homeroom. I pick up my books and rushed off to the bathroom and grabbed my foundation to cover the bruise. The final bell rang again right as I sat down. That was a close one.  Our teacher began to do roll call.

"Adam Callaway."
"Here."

"Ethan Clemonce."
"Here."

"Abby Casper."
"Here."

Names were called and people responded here, until they got to me.

"Grace Dallas."
I raised my hand.
"Grace Dallas? Are you here?"

I raised my hand higher. He tried to look at us. Eyes scanning the group of students. He looked right past me. I began to wave my hand a bit.

"Grace Dallas? Oh there you are. Didn't see you."

I looked down. No one ever saw me. The rest of the names were called and everyone else said here. One we could head to first period, I stood up and shoulders started shoving me backwards as they went out the door. Once everyone left, I made my way to English. I went through the day with insults and shoves. Next was Biology, Algebra, and History. Class seemed long and soon it was time for lunch. Instead of going to eat, I went to the fitness center and ran 2 miles on the treadmill. Once I was done, I reluctantly went to the cafeteria and bought a bottle of water. A table was empty and I sat down. I opened my bottle a drank. Once I put it back down, someone reaches over and grabs it. I turn around right as the water is poured on me. My mouth flies open as the cold liquid runs down my head onto my clothes.

Laughter was heard around me. Not a minute later, 2 boys came over with their lunch tray with slimy foods on it. I tried to move away, but 2 girls went up behind me and grabbed my arms. Pain flared up as they squeezed my cuts. I tried to fight back, but I couldn't get loose. The boys came closer and pushed it towards me, having the contents on the tray fall down on me. After they started to beat me. Once they were done, the girls released my and I ran to my locker, thankfully no one followed me.

You might wonder how no adults see this. I don't know. Maybe they do but decide not to do anything about it.

I came to my locker and opened it, grabbing my extra bag. I left for the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Once I was safe, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wet and food was dripping down my clothes. I went into a stall and changed into new clothes that I kept in case of emergencies. Aka, this. Once I was done, I tried to clean of my first pair of clothes, but it was too much and I would be late for my next class trying to get it all out. I fixed my hair and took all the food out of it.

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Once I was done, I looked at myself. I went through my backpack until I found my blade. Once I grabbed it, I slid it over my arms. Two marks for each person who bullied me at lunch. Eight new marks. I wiped the blood and cleaned the blade before putting it back in my bag. I grab my bracelets and put them on. Once I was satisfied, I grabbed my stuff and raced to my locker before anyone left the cafeteria.

I started to make my way to Spanish class, but Justin found me and ran after me. "Hey Fat Ass! Don't forget to meet us behind the bleachers for your beating after school." I nod. "Good." He said, once again smacking my books to the floor. I sighed and picked them up and I continued to class.

TIMESKIP TO AFTER SCHOOL BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING ABOUT IT:

As the final bell rang, I made my way to the bleachers for my daily beating. I put my bag down a stood waiting for the guys to come. Soon I saw figures coming down to me. In no time, the stood before me glaring. Justin was standing in the center with Calum and Alec on his left and Derek and Nick on his right. They cracked their knuckles and looked at me. "This is going to be fun." Justin said with a smirk.

A/N: Cliffhanger! MWAHAHAHAHA! We'll sort of... I hope you guys are liking it so far. This chapter is 4 pages. It's pretty long. Please let me know what you guys think! I love reading comments!