It was just like any other day. Get up, get dressed, eat, brush your hair and teeth, then go to school to see Troy bullying Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will like always. You sighed and walked up to them.

"Troy, you need to stop," you whispered to him as he was about to shove Will. He looked at you and glared but it quickly went away.

"Yeah. Sure, okay," he turned back to them and shoved pass them going inside.

"Are you okay?" you asked Will looking him up and down. You may be dating Troy but you're friends with these four.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered before looking at the other three. You ruffled his hair and Troy came out to get you.

"What are you doing? Stop being such a slut," he grabbed your wrist and it was really tight, so tight that he was bound to leave a mark.

"I'm not a slut. He's just a friend," you felt tears prick at your eyes from the pain.

"Let her go!" Mike yelled at Troy.

"Make me," Troy told him while tightening his grip. You cried out in pain but then Mike shoved Troy off of you. You looked at your wrist to see a black and blue bruise forming. You looked at the boys who were fighting. You ran over trying to pull them away.

"Don't just stand there! Help me!" you yelled at the other three that were just standing there, watching. They ran up and pulled Mike off of Troy and you pulled Troy away from Mike.

"Stop it you two!! There's no reason to be fighting!" you yelled at them. Mike had a bruise forming on his cheek while Troy had a cut on his forehead. You sighed and dragged Troy away from them.

"I can't believe you," you had stopped walking once you and him were behind the school.

"What?" he asked like nothing happened.

"How could you actually just fight with Mike like that? Yeah, I know he started it but still. I'm tired of your bullshit, Troy. Stop bullying them. I mean, what did they ever do to you? Just because they look and act different doesn't give you the right to do that to them. So please, just stop. Otherwise, this relationship is over," you turned around to walk away but he grabbed your already bruised wrist, giving a squeeze. It hurt, a lot, but you just ignored the pain.

"You can't leave me. You don't have the guts, you depressed, insecure slut," he spat and you looked at the ground moving some of the dirt.

"I may be depressed but I'm not insecure or a slut. So, watch me leave, asshole," you pulled your wrist away and left him at the back of the school. You ran up to Mike like nothing happened between you and Troy.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your cheek but you really didn't need to do that for me," (Y/n) told me.

"Yes, I did. I couldn't just sit back and let him do that to you," I told her.

"No, you really didn't have to. I was fine," she smiled while I frowned.

'She's doing it again,' I thought but I would never tell that to her. We walked to our first class and I noticed a Band-Aid on her arm along with a whole ton of scars. Shit, she's cutting herself again. I sighed and took my seat.