I woke up to the oh so beautiful reminder that I have school, or shall I say, hell, to attend. I grabbed my phone, pressing the power button once, checking my notifications on my lock screen.
I had 3 new text messages:
Ihy(matt): goodmorning slut
Ihy: go kill yourself
Ihy: it would do the world a great favor ;)
I reread the messages over and over again in my mind, while tears begin rolling down my cheeks. Wiping my fallen tears away, I begin to pick out my outfit: Black Uggs boots, black leggings, and a galaxy sweater. I hopped in the shower, the hot water stinging my day old cuts from last night. After taking a shower, I got ready, applying my usual light makeup: concealer and mascara. After putting my hair up in a casual plain ponytail, I went to the kitchen to eat. Hesitantly, I grabbed an apple, but I placed it back into the fruit bowl, since I could really lose a few pounds.
~Oh right, how rude of me, you don't even have the slightest clue of who I am! Well, my name is Hope; Hope Melany Dove. Anywhore, I'm 16 years old and I live in Los Angeles, California. Not to mention, I go to school with 9 people who think they're too good to hang out with me anymore, so they've been abusing and bullying me since the 8th grade. I guess I could be glad I'm not abused at home, but it really makes no difference, if I were to be honest. Okay, this is enough about the facts, so I'm going to get on with the rest of my life story.~
As I arrived in hell, I was let's say "generously" and "welcomingly" greeted to school by my ex crush, Matthew Espinosa, who, not wanting to bring it up again, texted me these awful things this morning. As Matthew begins to approach me, I run away, making my way to my locker. As I opened it, entering the code to my lock, letters fell out of my locker. I wasn't going to read them, because it's nothing new; same old hate letters, but at the end of the day, I'd secretly read them as if to expect something out of them. I crammed them back into my locker, and while doing that, Carter slams my locker onto my fingers. I winced, feeling a deep sharp sense of pain upon my fingers.
"Thought you'd get away? Get up whore! You have someplace to be." It was then that I knew he was taking me behind the school to beat me. Him along with 8 other boys: Matthew, Nash, Aaron, Shawn, Jack G., Jack J., Cameron, and Taylor. I was dragged by the hair all the way there. Carter began to punch me in the stomach, Matt hitting me and slapping me in the face, while the other kick me around in the stomach. Then Taylor then pulled me up off the ground, saying,"Oh I'm SO sorry. Go kill yourself, you bitch."
This was it. They were right. No one needs a fat, ugly, worthless bitch like me. I ran in front of the school, and into the. Streets, while the boys followed me laughing, saying "I doubt she'll do it." But little do they know, I'm done with the abuse, the cutting, the bruises, the reminders of what I am, and what I never will be: good enough. I'm done being hated and I'm done living. I can't do this anymore. I saw the perfect chance coming right ahead of me: a speeding truck. I walked in the middle of the street as soon as the truck was close enough: not too close to miss me, and not too close to stop before it hits me. This was it. Goodbye mom, goodbye dad, goodbye Matt. Even though you've done these horrible and pretty much unforgivable things to me, I still love you. I'll always love you, and I forgive you. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I walked in front of the truck. And everything once surrounding me disappeared and everything went black.
________
________
A/N: Hey guys! My names celia, and this is my first fanfic! Please comment what you thought about my first chapter, and leave any ideas of what I should put in my story later on. Please vote my story if you liked this chapter, and I'll try to update almost everyday, since it's summer rn. Thanks to anyone whos read this far,ahah!
