Chapter 1
Morgan's pov
Here I was sitting in school barely able to keep my eyes open.
My father came home high, and of course I was his play toy.
He told me no man would ever love me.
I was daddy's little whore.
The thought of him makes me sick.
My mom came in after he was done, and beat the crap out of me.
Saying I was the reason her husband didn't love her.
So here I am all black, and blue.
Some girl next to me was saying I stunk.
So she sprayed her perfume towards me.
Making me cough, and choke.
I felt as if my lungs were going to collapse.
I started to feel as if the room was spinning.
All I could hear was laughter.
I wanted it to stop.
I needed it to stop.
I couldn't breathe.
Why couldn't I breathe?
I could hear then say "Aw is she going to cry?"
No I would never cry.
I wouldn't allow them to see me shed a tear.
I wouldn't give them that ammo.
I needed to get out of here.
I got up, and the teacher yelled at me to sit down.
I didn't care I had to get some air.
I walked out of the classroom, and passed out.
The nurse came, and someone carry me to her office.
She said she called my parents, but no one answered.
SHe said I could stay in her room for the rest of the day.
I could have died and no one would have cared.
I kind of wished that I had died.
Then all this pain would just stop.
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The me that you don't see
ChickLitthis is a book for anyone that's ever been abused, bullied, or betrayed. We all deserve so much better in life then that. I hope this inspires you to reach out to those in pain. Don't stand back, and watch as someone is bullied be that kind word tha...