Comfortably Numb ↠ An Original Story

1- Welcome To My Life

"Awe wittle Awex cant twalk?" Kacie stared down at me like a hawk about to feed on its prey. Her nails dug into my arms as she pinned me against the lockers. She was one of them- the preppy, bitchy, twig thin, cheerleaders. She and her squad- who I secretly called the "skinny squad"- surrounded me, laughing hysterically at my whimpers and struggles for freedom. Some jocks were there to, the ones that were complete douchebags.

"Awwwwwe poor baby!" She pouted, emphasizing the "w". Her French manicure nails plunged into my arms, just below my shoulders. I looked away, begging for someone, one person, to speak up and tell her to fuck off. Like anyone would do that for me- some mute freak. I snuck a peek at the clock across the hall, 7:58 AM. Two minutes until the bell would ring through the halls of New Hope High School, and I would be released from my perpetrators as they all drifted through the halls to their first period classes. The constant "tick, tick, tick" of the second hand slowly moving along tortured me. I didn't pay attention to Kacie's mocking, the skinny squad and jocks laughter, and others mutters until I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I bent over grabbing it, to find a heeled shoe kicking it again. The leg was attached to the one and only Bianca Dallaire, Kacie's slutty best friend, who probably gave every guy in this school at least one blowjob. I fell to the ground still clutching my stomach. It wasn't the most pain I've experienced. My dad has broken one of my ribs before.

Oh yeah, I forgot to share- my dad's abusive. Resulting in bruises, scars, and cuts lining my arms and legs. A broken rib. Fake excuses like "I fell riding my bike, I'm so clumsy!" or "Oh my cat scratched me, yeah my cat gave me these cuts." My parents were divorced- my mom got sick of him abusing her so she left, not caring about him or me. She got pregnant at 18, so she wasn't happy about having a kid. After I was born she left and my dad turned to hurting me instead. Those excruciating two minutes finally passed and the bell rang. Everyone walked away from me to their classes, leaving me clutching my stomach. I tried to stand but ended up just standing on my knees, wheezing and digging my nails into my palms to stop me from exploding into tears. I usually don't cry, but today I'm just done. Done with my dad, done with school, done with the world. Once I finally stood I stuck in my headphones, flipping my Fall Out Boy jacket hood up, hiding the headphone wire in the sleeve of the jacket and behind my blonde side fringe hair. Raking my fingers through my fringe, I started towards my Chemistry classroom, humming the lyrics of Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan.

Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understands you.

Yes, yep, and totally. I kept humming, the lyrics whispering in my head. I skipped a few lines to listen to my favorite part.

No you don't know what it's like, When nothing feels alright. You don't know what it's like to be like me. To be hurt, to feel lost, to be left out in the dark. To be kicked when you're down, to feel like you've been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like, welcome to my life.

Yep. Welcome to the life of Alexandria Ella Parker, the never ending nightmare. Beat up and bullied at school, screamed and abused at home, feeling worthless all the time. Always being a weirdo. A freak. Mute.

The mute girl, the mute freak.