It started when her boyfriend called her ugly, and useless.
That's when she first cut. She was in the bathroom, stark naked, looking at herself. She pinched her fat and frowned. He was right…
Her eyes traveled to the razor that her father uses on his face. She picked it up, and slid it across her left arm. She gasped at the pain. Hoping that the physical pain would cancel out the emotional pain.
It worked.
That was freshmen year, three years later, she's in her room, the day before school starts, cutting her stomach.
After three years of cutting, it's hard finding a clear patch of skin, but, Astrid always found one.
It was because Samuel called her a fat ugly whore.
Why she stays with him, she'll never know.
She looked down and saw the word whore, covering in blood, freshly cut into her stomach. She laid on her bed and let the tears fall.
She was weak, and she hated it.
She should be strong.
She shouldn't be crying over a little old cut…
She grabbed the razor and started to cut the word 'weak' under whore
Astrid woke up the next morning and got dressed. Her usual outfit of dark skinny jeans, a long sleeve shirt and combat boots would look stupid when it's seventy degrees out, but she didn't care.
She didn't care about anything.
She walked down the stairs, her blond hair in her usual side braid.
Her parents were at work, so she just walked out of house, keys in hand, and walked to her car without breakfast.
Her parents would wake up before dawn every morning so they wouldn't have to see her, at least, that's what Astrid thinks, and get back around midnight.
Astrid stopped at the coffee shop around the corner from school and walked to the counter.
She looked up at the worker and saw the familiar green eyes she sees in all her classes.
"Uh, hey As-Astrid…" the worker stuttered
Astrid rolled her eyes and sighed "Look, just get me my coffee. A mocha, caramel." The worker stood there "NOW!"
He ran to make her drink and Astrid sighed. How long should this take? I mean really…
When the coffee was finally ready, she started to take out money
"It's on me…" she heard the boy say
"Okay…" Astrid rolled her eyes and walked back to her car.
"Wow…" whispered Henry
"Henry! Back to work!" He heard his father say
"Uh, I'm gonna go to school!" he told his father and picked up his backpack.
Astrid hated her boyfriend's friends.
They were idiots, stupid and made fart noises.
She would rather hang out with her friends, Regina, who likes to be called Ruffnut, Ruffs' twin brother, Thomas, who, like his sister, likes to be called Tuffnut, and Fishlegs. No one knows Fishlegs real name, so they just call him Fishlegs.
But Sam would kill her…
Literally.
Sam was, what do you call it, a tad over-protective of Astrid. He would never let her out of his sight, if they had the same classes, luckily, Sam failed all his classes last year, and is repeating junior year.
Astrid looked across the cafeteria, and saw that scrawny, weak, green eyed boy from the coffee shop
What was the name of it again?
Something Haddock…
The green eyed boy looked nothing like the owner, so he couldn't be a Haddock…
Who was he?
The green eyed boy caught her staring at him, and Astrid looked down. It didn't matter anyway. She had a boyfriend.
Astrid walked into her first class, Physiology II. She was the last one to class, so the only seat that was open was in the back. Next to the loner of the senior class.
Henry Haddock…
She silently walked into the seat, sent Henry a glare, and looked up front.
She just wants to disappear…
"Uh, hi, Astrid…" she heard and sighed
She shot him a look "What?" she asked sharply
"I just said hi…" he whispered
"I don't care. Leave me alone…" She looked up front and started on notes.
What she didn't know was that, Henry was staring at her all through class…
As Astrid walked out of class, she felt a hand on her shoulder, then jumped, ready to punch anyone who had the nerve to touch her. Then she saw those green eyes, before she saw anything else.
"What?" she asked
"I just wanted to say that you forgot you're notebook." Said Henry, handing it to her
Astrid grabbed it out of his hands and glared at him
"I would've figured it out myself. I don't need you're help." She stated
"Sorry for being a gentlemen…"
"You're a guy? That's news to me…" she stated, then walking away
Everyone around them laughed, but after a death glare from Astrid, they stopped. She walked down the hall way, faster than usual.
"Why were you talking to him?" Sam asked, pushing Astrid into a locker while everyone was in class
"I forgot something in class…" she said
He slapped her "That was for being stupid."
Astrid bit her lip till she tasted blood. She can take this. She's strong. She can take a hit.
She felt a punch in her gut, which opened her wound, she screamed in pain.
"Shut up you bitch!" Sam yelled
Astrid closed her eyes, and waited for the hit, but it never came.
She opened her eyes and saw a teacher walking their way
"Say you're fine…" Sam hissed in her ear
"Is there something going on?" the teacher asked
"We're fine, just a little lovers spat…" said Astrid
The teacher gave them a look, but walked away.
Sam pushed Astrid against the locker again "You almost got me caught you little, ugly, useless bitch!" He slapped her again, then walked away. Astrid slid down the locker and put her head in her knees. She took deep breaths, to compose herself. She looked down at her shirt and saw a blood stain.
"Oh no…" She got up and ran to the closest bathroom. She pulled up her shirt and saw blood running down her stomach. She grabbed the paper towels and pressed down on the open wound.
"Shit, shit, shit…" She thought as the blood soaked threw "He's right, I am useless…" she frowned and grabbed more paper towels.
When the blood finally stopped, she sighed. She walked out of the bathroom and into someone.
"Watch it loser!" She said
"So-sorry…" she heard someone stutter
"Oh great, it's you…" she sighed "Look, I don't want to talk to you right now…"
Henry looked at her shirt and saw the stains
"D-do you want my sweatshirt? To cover whatever that," He gestured to the stain and Astrid looked down "is…"
Astrid frowned "Why are you being nice to me?"
"Because, unlike you, I try to make friends..."
Astrid glared at him "Just give me you're damned sweatshirt…" So he did, when Astrid put it on, it smelled like coffee and Dove soap.
Astrid set her jaw, then punched his arm
"Ow!" said Henry
"That's for being nice…" Astrid walked away, but turned around "You'll never get this back, by the way…"
And with that… she walked away
I own nothing, I hope you like my new story! I just got so tired of all the Modern AU fics and Astrid being super popular. So, I deiced that I should make a fan fiction about Astrid and Hiccup both being loners. Well... Astrid kinda a loner, she's more of a popular loner, more loner than popular. Please review, that would make my day!