It'll Get Better

Chapter Two

Hey! So, I saw that people are reading this story and that really makes me happy!! I'd really like to know what you think, so please comment! c: Also, I do not know how long this chapter will be but I'll do my best to make it a bit longer than the first one. And I seriously don't know if I'm going to finish it or not.

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Right when my dad opened the door, I literally ran into my room trying to avoid my mother. I got to my room, locked the door, and sat down crying. I don't know why but the tears just kept coming out and they wouldn't stop. Once I stopped crying, I got up and changed my clothes. I put on long sleeves so my mom wouldn't be able to see my bruises. I unlocked the door and slowly made my way to the kitchen to find some food.

I knew that my mom didn't serve me already, like she used to, so I served myself. After eating, I heard my dad calling me into his room. I went in there and saw that my mom had this look of disappointment on her face, I knew that she already knew what happened to me. I tried to avoid her piercing gaze but I couldn't. Why didn't she believe that I don't do anything wrong?

"Show me your arms right now", she said, her voice angry but yet very boring and plain. I obeyed and rolled up my sleeves showing several bruises where the bullies kicked me. I tried to explain to her that it was not my fault but she cut me off saying, "Oh, it's never your fault!" She had the most sarcastic tone she's ever used. She grabbed my arm, each of her fingers on a bruise, and squeezed her fingers down making the pain unbearable. I didn't move, I just let her hurt me more than I already had been.

She then raised her other hand and quickly moved it through the air, hitting her target, my cheek. I don't know why she hits me all the time and yells at me like I've done something horribly wrong. I hated that my dad couldn't do anything because he was afraid that my mom would do something worse to me if he spoke up. He was the only one that believed me and supported me.

After abusing me, my mom pushed me off of her bed making me land on the floor so hard that the sound echoed through the room. "Get the fuck out of my sight, you disgrace" I got up and left, my head held low and my eyes tearing up. I jumped into my bed and held back the tears, but then my dad came and tried to comfort me with his sweet voice, which made the tears burst out. He said that I should do my homework and then sleep, which I did.

I woke up in the middle of the night, like I always did and just sat there. Sitting in my bed, made me feel safe, knowing that the people that I hated in school couldn't get to me here. I got up and walked towards my window. I slowly opened it knowing that if it made that high pitched scream, my mom would wake up. After opening it, I jumped out into the cold night air. When I got out, I walked. I didn't know where I was going but I just kept walking. "Get out of the way!" I heard someone say and when I looked behind me to see where the warning came from, it was too late, some stupid person with a skateboard bumped into me, both of us falling.

The fall made my bruises throb with pain even more and I curled up into fetal position and almost cried. The person saw me and came to see how I was. It was a boy. He asked if I was okay and when I didn't respond, he picked me up from the ground. He saw my bruises and said sorry. I said it was okay and started to walk away. "Hey wait, I didn't even get your name", he called out at me. I stopped in my tracks and looked behind me and into his eyes confusingly. His eyes were a deep ocean blue with black streaks.

I didn't know what to say, all I managed to say was "uh". He chuckled and said "Name I asked for a name. Me, I'm Chris, and you?" he asked. "U-uh I'm Yasmin" I forced myself to say. "Well Yasmin, next time watch where you're going, you never know when a skateboarder will push you down", he said and then winked at me and left. Woah. I shook my head, no whatever happened was an accident, I thought. I looked at my phone and shit it was 4:50 in the morning and I had to be home before someone noticed I was gone.

My window made a high pitched scream when I tried to close it but thankfully, no one heard it. I plopped myself onto bed and looked at my arms. Scars and bruises were all I saw. I didn't like school and I didn't like being at home. I had no idea where I felt like I could be myself, somewhere that made me happy. I wondered, could I ever be happy?

I was woken up by my alarm, I didn't even notice when I fell asleep last night. I got up and showered. In the shower, my bruises burned like someone was setting them on fire. When I got out, my mom was standing in the doorway. She looked angry and I was trying to figure out why. "Don't you get into any trouble today or you know what'll happen to you", she said. I tried telling her that I don't get into any trouble and that I'm bullied in school, but she just said she doesn't care and that it was a good thing that people beat me up because it helped her not get tired when she beat me.

Once she left with her insults, I started to get ready. I dried and straightened my hair and then put on eyeliner and mascara. I tried to perfect my eyeliner, like always, but then I stopped because there was no point, anyways, no one liked me. After I put on my clothes, I grabbed my bag and walked outside to my mom's car where she was waiting for me. I got in and she smacked my head, making my head hit the dashboard and swelling up my forehead. She did that because I made myself late to school. "You're an ugly ass, why do you even try?" she told me.

She stopped about a mile away from school and said that I have to walk. I didn't mind because I was used to this, she's done it before. And as usual people that walked that way gave me insults and hit me probably giving me more bruises. I kept walking with my music playing and my head looking at the ground until I got to school.

Yay second day of school, only ten more months to go.

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That's it for the second chapter. It's probably short because its 12:13 in the morning and I didn't get any sleep last night so I'm super tired. Anyways I'm starting to enjoy writing. I'll know to keep writing if you guys comment on how you like it or how I can fix things and by you voting. cx (does anyone even read these?)