So Young So Damaged

"She...uh...had a bit of an accident." He murmured.

"what kind of an accident Mr. Way?" I pushed.

"Well she uh k-killed herself." He choked out.

"oh shit." I muttered as my eyes grew wide.

"yeahhh" he sighed running his fingers through his greasy black hair.

I looked down at my feet which were hanging off of his desk. I took the opportunity to look at what he was wearing. A white button down shirt, a black vest, a striped tie, super tight black skinny jeans, and old converse. I liked the subtle mix between formal and casual.

"so whats your name?" He asked changing the subject. "Im Ember Montley, the 'freak show' of the school." I scoffed, laughing to myself about the stupidity of the insult. "I dont think your a freak show." He said moving closer. "Well dont let the preps know that, they'll hate you forever." I mumbled. "Can I uh see your ribs so I can assess the damage?" He asked. My eyes widened and i shook my head furiously. I did NOT want him seeing the scars, bruises, and burn marks that lined my abdomen. Most of the scars and burns being self inflicted I really didnt want him seeing them.

"n-no I think th-that i'll be fine." I stuttered nervously whilst standing up. When I reached down to grab my bag my leather jacket exposed my shoulder a bit, revealing one of the hand shaped bruises on it made by my father. "Oh my god Ember!" Mr. Way gasped upon the sight of my shoulder. I quickly picked up my bag and started towards the door, but before i could get there he gripped my wrist to stop me. This caused me to whimper out in pain.

"Ember please tell me whats wrong!" He pleaded with concern in his eyes. "Dont fucking worry about it!" I snapped. I ran out the door and to the football field. I hid under the bleachers where no one could find me. I sat there hyperventilating and anxious for maybe ten minutes before I heard the sound of the bell ring out across the campus. Then it hit me; I have first period with Mr. Way. Fuck my life.

I stood up and walked back into the main building. My heart raced faster and faster the closer i got to the classroom. When I got to the room I hesitantly walked to the back corner where my desk was. I looked up to Mr. Way's desk and saw him with his head down on the desk burried in his arms. When the bell rang signaling class to start he lifted his head and walked to the front of the class room. He cleared his throat and the chatter of the students stopped.

"Uh hey im your new Art teacher. My name is Mr. Way and I like comic books. Were gonna do a get-to-know-you excersise, all you have to do is say your name and say somthing you like. Got it? Okay lets start with you." he pointed to a kid in the front. I took this as my que to zone out.

I remained unbothered until it got to my turn. I stood up, but before I could start speaking people were coughing things like "slut", "emo", "fag", and "freak." I rolled my eyes and picked up my backpack. "Fuck this shit." I huffed, storming out of the room hearing comments like "maybe she'll go kill herself." I turned around and stuck my head in the classroom, tears stinging my eyes. "You know what maybe i will." I threatened, before taking off running to my hiding spot under the bleachers.

Once i was there I broke down crying, wait scratch that, sobbing. I burried my head in my knees and let she sobs rack my aching body. Maybe I should go kill myself, its not like anyone would care. Actually they would all be happy, no more emo freak to have to deal with. I was broken out of my thoughts by the sound of Mr. Way's voice.

"Ember! Sugar where are you?! I know your over here." He called.

"what do you want?" I spat. He walked over to me.

"I want to help you. Please just tell me whats wrong." He pleaded.

"you wanna know whats wrong? Everything! Everything is wrong!"

"what do you mean?" He sighed running a hand down his face.

"i mean, no one loves me. No one would care if I died." I muttered.

"Im sure your parents love you, im sure they would care." He cooed.

"my mom is dead to me and I know for sure my dad wouldnt care."

"what makes you say that?" He asked.

I simply stood up and took my jacket off, revealing the hundreds of scars and bruises covering my pale arms. He gasped and I could see the pain in his eyes. To make it worse I lifted my tank top up to reveal the bruises and scars on my ribs. He turned away. "Pathetic. I know." I muttered, lowering my shirt. He turned, anger replaced the hurt in his eyes.

"did he do that to you?" He fumed. "M-mostly yes. Some of it is self inflicted." I began to sob again. The expression on his face softened and he wrapped his arms around my small frame. I balled my fists into the fabric of his vest and bawled my eyes out. He smelled like coffee, cigarettes, and cologne. It was a very comforting smell. He pulled me away from him and looked me in he eyes. He gently wiped the tears from my face and smiled. "Please please please dont do that to yourself anymore." He sighed.

"I dont think anyone cares if I do or not." I sniffled. He rolled his eyes and leaned in, pressing his soft lips to mine. I was dazed at first but quickly began to kiss back. The kiss was soft and passionate. He ran his tounge across my bottom lip, and I parted my lips. He slipped his tounge in my mouth and deepened the kiss. Our tongues swirled together as he pushed me up against the bleachers. His hands moved to my waist, and my fingers tangled into his hair. He pulled me into him, our bodies pressed up against eachothers. Much to my despair he away.

"Does that prove that I care?" He smirked.

Notes

Oh my goodness that kiss tho! So heated! Chapter two yayyyyyyy!!! Dont forget to rate, comment and subscribe if you like it. If you dont like it well then tell me why and I will try to fix it. Okay well See ya later my lovely creatures, eat your veggies, bye bye!
~XoXo Ember