Personal Hell

1. Damzel In Distress

    I woke up like I do everyday. Doing the same things as always- wake, shower, wash face, brush teeth, dress, brush hair, then wait by the side walk carrying a banana along with me for breakfast. Bananas have been the only thing I've eaten for breakfast since 5th grade when someone called me fat for the first time. Ever since then it's been nothing but very small meals, and mostly water.

    Today I just wore the usual. Long sleeve white sweater with a loose fitting turtle neck, nude timberland lace up boots, and black ankle length leggings that go into my boots. For my hair I just threw the long, curly mess up into an effortless bun, it's accessory being a white pony tail holder with a bow attacked to it, it was actually made like that and I thought I was the coolest thing when I first saw it.

    "Bye." I mumbled to the empty house as I left out the front door. I've always pretended since I was a little girl that I had a huge happy family and we all shared one house and when I left people actually cared, but in reality no one would notice me missing for weeks, I would say months but once the house starts getting dirty everyone will be wondering where their "maid" went.

    I walked down the water soaked side walk in the foggier than usual, crisp morning. I smiled at the ground as I noticed a small lady bug. I pulled a leaf off a nearby bush before scooping up the struggling little guys and putting him on a lead blade.

    My stomach began to ache as I got closer to the bus stop, not because I'm hungry, but because I know hell will be waiting for me there, like every morning.

    "Mmmmmhmmmmm..." I hummed quietly to myself as I walked down the dirt ally way two blocks from my house, the short cut to the bus stop. The ground held large puddle, but the dirt wasn't as soaked as the weather would lead you to believe.

    I heard muffle laughter as I came close to the end of the long, abandoned, ally. I knew he was already at the bus stop, and my whole body tensed. He skips a lot, but I never get my hopes up of him not being there, but in a way my insides do.

    "Yea, I know mate I told her." His raspy voice now clear, my body felt as if it were ready to explode.

        I quietly walked into view of the bus stop that happens to sit right next to the ally, my short cut.

    I set myself down on the end of the long cement wall that's been up forever, that use to act as a wheel chair ramps wall when there was a building here in like the early 1900's.

    As I kept my head looking down I heard the splashing of footsteps coming though the mud towards me, I held both hands tight onto my satchel bags strap, hoping it wasn't for me, but of course, it was.

    "Hey there, Violet." The British accent sang out in a taunting voice.

    "Hi." I mumbled, not looking up.

    "Another banana for breakfast?" He asked, I could already feel the smirk on his face and dirty taunts coming.

    "Yes." I sighed quietly.

    "I knew you were a whore, but damn I didn't know you needed long, hard things in your mouth THAT much." He said loud enough to make his stupid friends and whore girl- friends laugh.

    I set there in silence, Twirling my thumbs. I know better by now not to reply unless it's a reply able response, or else I'll get it. He's bullied me since my first year of high school, and now that we're almost done it still hasn't stopped.

    As I was hoping he'd leave he set himself on the wall next to me, unlike me he didn't have to hop up on it but sit down on it.

    "So, why don't you say we drop school today and go take a cruise in my new car?" He asked, that gaze burning through the side of my head.

    I don't know why Harry rides the bus, his family is basically rich and he has a new car like every month since he always destroys his. I think he does it just to torment me but at the same time he wouldn't go out of his way to do it, or at least I don't think so.

    "I can't." I murmured.

    Without warning the sides of my jaw were grabbed by his large hand and my head was roughly pulled so close to his I could feel his warm breath.

    "What. The. Fuck. Did. I. Say. About. Talking. Quiet." He said through clenched teeth, pausing angrily between each word.

    My deep blue eyes were now confronted with his green ones. I hate staring into his eyes, it makes me feel so vulnerable, like he's reading my thoughts, and I hate it.

    I made a mistake I haven't made in a while and that was not answering, I wasn't sure what to say so I stayed quiet. And his death grip on my jaw made it so I couldn't even open my mouth forcing me to breath through my nose.

    "Fucking cunt." He said, blowing a puff of smoke in my face from the cigarette in his right hand.

    Before I could analyze what was happening he grabbed the end of my navy blue bag ripping it off of me, and flinging all of its contents into a huge, pool sized puddle just a few feet away, in front of the ally.

    My mouth dropped open in disbelief as I shot up, and held back the tears.

    He was obviously pleased with himself as he pulled out a black pocket knife and torn a huge hole in the bottom of my bag before throwing it on the dirt and stepping on it.

     The large yellow bus pulled up, Harry along with his friends climbed on snickering, I fell to my knees in the mud before beginning to sob like a baby into the ends of my overly long sleeves.

    I shakily looked up at the bus just as Harry was hanging out the window, and snapping a photo of me. The bus driver realized how long I was taking and close the doors and pulled off leaving me muddy, wet, and an emotional wreck.

    After what felt like and eternity of staring at all my supplies for the year soaked and destroyed, notes, homework, planners, I finally stood from the ground before walking down the ally.

    No longer caring about school I decided to go home and just sleep till the moon came back out. But as I turned out of the ally and to the street two blocks from my home I realized I was being followed.