Amber's P.O.V

Another day of torture for me.

I'm currently at school right now and hating my life, I'm literally the biggest loner there is in my classes and I wonder the corridors alone and with my hood up for a small feeling of protection.

It's coming to the end of lunchtime and I'm in a desperate need to pee, I swear my bladder is the size of a pea.

I walk into the girls toilets and do my business, I walk out the stall and walk up to the dirty mirror, plastered in baby pink lip gloss and sharpie, the usual things you see written on the mirror at my school are peoples phone numbers, gossip and "Amber's a fucking slag!", I'm not kidding I can see it written in the corner next to someone's lips that have kissed it leaving a gross mark.

I look in the mirror and study my face, all the life has sucked out of me when I enter the school doors and I have a permanent "I hate life" look on my face. My hair has lost volume and is hanging messily around my shoulders and down my back, my makeup is wearing off and is kind of patchy from all the times I have rubbed my face throughout my lessons. My clothes are casual today, I have a light pink top with some embraided roses on, a black long cardigan to cover my butt and some dark blue jeggings, I will always choose comfy over stylish any day!

All depressing thoughts went flying out the window when I was rudely interrupted by four plastic bitches slamming the bathroom door open, they all looked menacing and had their classic evil smirks that would scare little kids away and hide behind their mommies.

"Well look who it is girls! The slag shows her face, I'm surprised it's still intact from when we beat the shit out of it last time." Jade said whilst placing her overly orange tanned hand on her skinny waist, all the girls eye me up and down in disgust and scoff to themselves as if I was dog shit.

"What do you want Jade?" I said bluntly, not in the mood for her bullshit.

"I need you to tell your abusive brother to back the fuck off and to stop hitting girls for his sick pleasure." Jade spat the words as if they were poisonous venom that would burn her skin. What she said confused me because Isaac is not a bad person, sure he has made plenty mistakes in his time but I know he doesn't beat girls, he beats guys but not girls!

"What are you talking about?" I ask in confusion. Jades eyes brighten with shock and amusement. What the fuck is wrong with this psycho?

"WAIT! He didn't tell you?!" Jade squeals and looks at me crazily. I shake my head, feeling kinda scared now because of the creepy look she's giving me. All the girls in the room are laughing at me and turning to each other, laughing even harder like Disney villains.

"Aw poor baby doesn't know what her big brother is really like?" Jade said in a baby voice whilst rubbing fake tears away from her eyes, she is now starting to really piss me off and the temptation to smack away that smug look on her face is really overwhelming me, but my mother said to never hurt anybody no matter what they are doing to you, but Isaac has always taught me to never be afraid to stand up for yourself and if somebody is ever mocking or teasing you, don't be afraid to smack their face repeatedly to teach them a lesson. Damn, whose advice to I take in this situation?

"My brother couldn't be the one to hurt you!" I shout in annoyance, I honestly can't take any more of her yapping and squeaking it's making my poor ears bleed.

"YOUR BROTHER IS THE ONE THAT BEAT US YOU DUMB BITCH!!" Jade screams whilst throwing her arms about. I look at her frozen, could Isaac really do this? Did he really beat up a group of girls? NO! I have faith my brother could never do this and go that low, Isaac has such a big heart and I could never label him as a woman beater, no I can't believe her until I hear the words come from my brothers own mouth.

"And now you are going to pay for what he did to us," Jade said in a dangerously low voice that sent sharp chills down my spine and spark waves of anxiety and fear into my head, and if I don't get out of here soon, I think I might drown in that fear.

Time seemed to stop and my body froze in place but my eyes saw everything, Jade lunged before me and gripped my neck with one hand, squeezing my neck tightly with her ten-inch nails and temporally stopping the air flow. Then her friends: Molly, Maddison and Casey ran towards me and held my body back and secured their hands around my arms to lock me in place.

Time returned to normal and I'm back to reality, I could hear Jade's friends cackling evilly behind me and tightening their hands around my arms, probably leaving red marks on my skin. A second later I felt a rough fist smash into the side of my face, flinging my face to the side and a round of cheers echoed the yellow stained walls.

I fell to the floor in defeat whilst I recompose and regain the feeling in my cheek, but of course nothing goes my way and not a second later, someone grabbed my hair and yanked it up and dragged my feet up to stand.

"YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Jade screamed whilst grabbing the un-punched cheek and slamming the other side of my face into the sink and cracking it from the impact.

I was barely conscious at this point and I could feel thick warm blood flow rapidly down my face and drip onto the tile floor.

She just slammed my head against the sink...how am I still conscious?!

My head was fuzzy and the world was spinning, my brain wasn't functioning properly and my body went into auto-pilot.

I felt the girls pick my body up off the floor and hold me in place again, clearly still not satisfied by my half-dead appearance.

"Violence and failure run through your family's veins. Isaac beats women, Dylan is a gay fa*got that needs to sew a few nooses for you and your family to KILL YOURSELVES!!" Jade got up in my face and screamed at me.

Jade grabbed a fist full of my brown wavy hair and tugged it back so hard then smashed my face against the mirror, leaving a huge crack where my head impacted the mirror.

My whole face was red and bleeding uncontrollably, cuts and scars litter my body and face leaving a horrible Patten on my skin. I lean my head on the cracked glass and cough up some blood onto the cracked mirror.

I hear hysterical laughing and 'Ewwws' in the background, mocking me and making my depression meet a new low. I lean my head to the side but not lifting it up, to see what is going on behind me.

Just as I looked in their direction, I was blinded by flashes of cameras and giggling and squealing coming from them.

They were taking pictures and putting them online for the whole school to see.

I was humiliated, vulnerable and deeply depressed.

The pictures and laughing never stopped and the pain and blood pooling from the deep cuts on my head never seemed to stop either.

I looked over at Maddison to see her grin then stride confidently up to me and kicked the back of my leg with her high heels, making me lose balance and collapse on the dirty floor and silently cry to myself.

I let the numbness consume me and let it take some of the pain away.

I then feel the bracelet that my brothers got me for my twelfth birthday on my wrist and the multicoloured thread tickling my skin, How could I forget?! I realised this bracelet has a GPS Tracker embedded in the bracelet with a small panic button on the side for me to press if I am ever in danger. Stupid stupid stupid! Well, at least their overprotectiveness came in handy!

I gradually lift and use what little strength I have to move my other hand to reach the bracelet and try to press the small hidden button, the aches and pains overwhelm my small frame and send shooting pains across my mind and body.

Luckily, I feel the small button and press it as much as I can, it doesn't matter how many times I press the button but I did it just to make sure they get the signal to all their phones and know it's urgent.

I relax the outstretched hand and close my eyes, feeling the darkness approaching my mind and sending me to a peaceful sleep. Just as my body was about to shut down, I hear multiple thudding sounds of heels going further and further away from my lifeless form, leaving my beaten-up body to be found by a random innocent student or by my four overprotective brothers that will burn the school to the ground when they find out about this.

I just hope the panic button works and my brothers are on their way to rescue me soon before I die of humiliation and blood loss!

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