I think this was a request someone told me to do that's WAY overdue now.. Sorry.. But anyways, here it is! Warning: Contains depression and self harm and mild language

Y/N's P.O.V:

"Y/N! Lets go, we're gonna be late!!" Miguel shouted as he shook my body trying to wake me up.

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm up.." I said, still sleepy. Ugh, I hate school..

I jumped off my bed, and did the usual every morning.

"Morning mama!" I said, as I sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

"Ai! Look at the time, hurry up and eat, you're gonna be late!" And with that, me and my brother Miguel were out the door running to school.

Time skip...

Thankfully, we made it on time, we didn't want to face mama's wrath again of us being late.. Like, never!! Miguel was only like what... three years older than me. But I act like the mature one.

"See you at lunch sis!" Miguel shouted as he went to his classroom.

Here we go, we're gonna start hell all over again. School makes me so depressed with the constant homework, and tests, and participation and group projects.. Don't get me started on the group projects.. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we're both in high school. I'm a freshman and Miguel's a senior. He'll be graduating next year.

Oh yeah, what was I saying before that.. Oh yes! The group projects, sometimes I think my teacher hates me cause he/she pairs me up with the most bitchiest people I know. If that's even a word.. So, I end up doing all the work. Worst of all, the people I get paired up with constantly bully me as if I'm a mindless doll. I don't tell Miguel though, that would just bring him more stress.

Timeskip..

As if my life would get even more worse.. I got paired up with my worst enemy.. R/N.. I hate her/him with all my life. They would constantly pick on me to the point where I fell into depression. Obviously hiding it from my brother.. I still have the scars I made from last week.

Screw it! It's already lunch time, after this just a couple more periods to go! I took out the lunch I helped make with mom and ate. The stress just melted away as I ate.. But it only lasted for a couple of minutes until...

"Hey you!" R/N called. Oh for the love of...

"Hi." I said with no emotion.

"You didn't even do anything on the project we did this morning."

"What are you talking about, I did half the project so you could do the rest for once." I said annoyed with their attitude.

"Ugh, you're so worthless." R/N said, throwing a crumpled sheet of paper at me that listed the ideas I wrote for the project. I really want to punch them in the face, but the author won't let me.. Miguel joined me a while later at my table and we ate in calm silence.

Author: Hey! It's for the story ok!

Y/N: Fine..

Timeskip..

Finally! I'm done with hell, and it's the weekend tomorrow!! YESS!

"Hey sis!" I heard my brother calling.

"Hey!" I replied. We walked home happily.

Once we were inside, I told my brother I had to study for an upcoming test, even if that was true, I used it as an excuse. I went to the bathroom and locked the door. Hateful words entering my brain and made me do things I want to stop. I took out the pocket knife I carried and slit my wrist a bit. The blood oozing out. I somehow sighed of relief. I don't want Miguel to know even if this is wrong. He's my brother, I just want him to continue with life with no problems.

"Hey sis! You done in there." Miguel called, knocking on the bathroom door.

Shit..

I put away the pocket knife in my pocket and covered the cut with my long sleeves, I wear them even though it's burning where I live. I unlocked the door to let him in.

"Hey sis, are you on.. you know." Miguel said shyly, looking down at the floor.

Confused, I looked down and realized that drops of blood were on the floor. Welp, there goes my evidence.

"Umm.. I.." I trailed off..

"Sis, your wrist is bleeding!" Miguel cried, looking at my wrist where trails of blood were falling.. Double evidence. Miguel ran to me and rolled my long sleeves.

"Y/N! Who did this!?" Miguel cried, cleaning my wound and putting a band-aid.

"I.. I did." I whispered, but Miguel still heard me.. He froze..

"Y/N... Why? What's going on in school?" He questioned, a hand on my shoulder.. Then I broke.. Tears streaming down my cheeks..

"It's just.. I can't handle it anymore.. I can't handle them.." I choked out the sobs I've been holding.

Miguel hugged me, allowing me to cry until I was done.

"You know.. You could have told the teacher what's wrong." Miguel said, handing me a tissue.

"Yeah.. I know.." I trailed off.

"Let me face that asshole and kick some ass!" Miguel silently shouted, which made me laugh out loud.

"Thanks bro." I smiled and hugged. I realized that he's a brother who wants to protect me no matter what.. I grinned, you better prepare yourself on Monday R/N, cause you're gonna face my overprotective brother, who won't hesitate to kick your ass, even if it does get him suspended from school.

That's it! See you later peeps! :3