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New teacher

Confusion

***Gerard's pov*****

the time was 4.30 and as she noticed she ran out the door and left me in utter confusion. She was beautiful and had many friends, I don't understand why she would do this to herself. I noticed she had left her phone and slipped it into my pocket before heading home. I want to get to know her more, I meanI'm only 22 and shes 17, its not that wrong, is it?

i returned home to find Mikey playing cod on xbox and I went into my studio and started to draw. I was trying to start up my own comic book on the side of teaching. I started to sing a few lines I made up on the spot "The amount of pills I'm taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking, and this vanity I'm breaking, lets me live my life like this, and well I find it hard to stay, with the words you say" I liked singing but I never thought i could go anywhere with it so I just hummed along to myself a lot of the time. I turned to see Mikey, jaw dropped, staring at me "OMG DUDE!" I grinned and ignored him.

after a while I began to forget about the incident with Hannah.

***Hannahs pov****

i realised half way through my lonely walk home that I forgot my phone. great, a reason to see mr. Way "shit." I mumbled to myself. It was all too much i sank down in the middle of the street and started sobbing. "Now whats a pretty lady like you doing crying in the middle of the street?" i looked up to see a young man smirking at me with his hands in his pockets, lots of tattoos and black short hair. " just going through a lot" i whispered. He offered me his hand and I gladly accepted. He pulled me up into a hug. "Im Frank" he said when pulling me away. "Hannah" i smiled up at him while he wiped underneath my eyes. " i think i better walk you home so you don't do anything else to yourself" he gave me a concerned look. I slowly nodded and we chatted all the way home. He wrote his number down and handed it to me when we reached my house, he walked back in the opposite direction while waving at me.

I locked my bathroom door and looked through the cabinet until i found a shiny blade. I rolled my sleeves up and began to sink the blade into my arm. All I could think of was what used to happen at my eyes began to stream and the blade kept sinking deeper.

i hadnt cut in 18 months until I started receiving messages from him. my ex. He used to rape and abuse me but I couldn't do anything about it because it would make it worse. He used to come round to my house when I was alone and tell me all my flaws but since he was so caring that he ignored my faults and loved me anyway. That he would be the only one to ever love me. I was underserving of love but he would give me it anyway. He would slap me and punch me but I ket him, because he was right, wasn't he? Then he would ask for sex and I would refuse, but he'd pin me down and do me anyway. I had difficulty trusting anyone after that. I didn't believe your compliments. My best friend Jenny found out and called the police and he was put in jail. We moved house so he couldn't track me down and Jenny had been there for me ever since. She was the perfect friend, but I couldn't put her through that again.

a few weeks ago he had been sending me texts. He was out of prison. He was going to find me. He was going to kill me. And what scared me the mist is, he will, and no one can stop him. But like he always said, im an awful person, i domt deserve to exist. So why not let him end it all.