Chapter 2: Bruises

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I walk to school alone as usual, with the blade in my front pocket and my phone in the back pocket. Suddenly, my phone buzzes. I get a call from my father. I answer it, and speak. if I don't Answer it, I usually get a beating. "hello?" I speak. My voice trembles as I wait for him to respond. " GET HOME YOU PIECE OF SHIT." He screams at me through the phone as he continues to call me names. I hang up on him and realize what I've just done. Another beating tonight times two and another rape session equals Hell HD. I start to run once I see my school. I get closer and closer and sop running once I'm at the front entrance. "hello." says one of the teachers. I keep walking.The school halls are filled with people I don't know. most of them give me the I-hate-you look.. I'm used to it.

I walk to my locker at the end of the hall and throw my stuff inside. I grabbed my history spiral and shut the door, and turn around to see what awaits me. The "popular" group. "eww look what the wind blew in!" "does she know what a shower is?" "dont touch the less fortunate!" they tease me. I hold in the tears and listen to them tease me. after what seems like an hour, the bell rings and they walk off, pretending nothing happened. "no one would care if I skipped" I told myself. instead of going to class, I snuck around the front office and hid in the bathroom. I drop all my stuff, run into a stall, and grab the blade from my back pocket. "useless, bitch, ugly, unhappy..." I tell myself everything I've been called for the past year. blood runs down my arm and hits the floor.

After the 1st hour bell rang, I walked out with blood on my arms, legs, and face. this is the first time I went out in public with blood everywhere. I walked out and felt the eyes staring at me. again, the "popular" group looked at me and called me things. everyone else gasped. except one person, which had a worried face on. why would anyone be worried about me? who would even care. he pushes himself out of the crowd that built up. "Hey.... I'm

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