You your right thigh where the pain was strongest and felt the indentation of letters but you couldn't make out what they spelt. The bell rang but you stayed put. You didn't even try to move. The pain was unbearable and the bathroom you was in never got used. The hallway you was on never even got used. You were helpless, so there was only one thing you could do, sleep away the pain. It's dangerous because of how much blood you've lost already but there's nothing else to do. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. When you woke you were outside at a park. You looked down at your thigh and saw the words "slag" written.

'I wear a skirt that is not even mine and this is what I get?' You ignored your unwanted scar tattoo and look around the park. You couldn't see the school from where you were sat and you hadn't been to the park so you hadn't gone there by yourself.

"Damien?"

You called out suspecting it to be him who brought you to the park but no one replied and you were still alone. The bushes rustled as a figure made its way out.  'Geez,  he's tall!'

"You're awake?"

'Wait...what?'