Look Through My Eyes

Prologue

I never imagined that my life would take the course that it did today. But then again, my life never went according to plan. As far as I was concerned, Life couldn’t kick me further down the streets.  Ever since I was a little girl, the other kids have bullied me. At first, it was only a few; mostly some boys who wanted to act tough. But as the years progressed, more and more classmates joined in, until my whole class picked on me.

Maybe it was because I decided to stay myself; I wore the clothes that I liked, I did the stuff that I wanted and most of all, I never joined any of the groups that where scattered on the school grounds. It could be because I wasn’t a snob, geek or whatever classification; I was just me, being normal and myself.

This morning, on my 17th birthday, I had left home to go to school like every other day, fear clawing it’s way in my heart when I walked through those gates. My routine had been the same; I had kissed my mom goodbye while I glanced over her shoulder to wave at dad and my little sister.

Right now, I was slowly waking up in the hospital, my body felt battered and broken. An annoying beeping sound sliced through my head while I groaned softly. What happened? Soft hands brushed over my face, stroking against my cheek. The next thing that my mind could register was my mom’s voice.

“Kim? Kimberly, can you hear me honey? Are you awake?” Her voice was…off; it cracked and sounded shaky. “Hmmm.” I hummed affirmative while I opened my eyes. Only to be greeted by darkness. I shot up in bed and brought my hand to my face, trying to feel what’s wrong.

A warm, enormous hand engulfed mine, stopping my frantic search for the reason of this darkness. “Honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea…” father said with a soothing voice but I ignored him, yanking my hand out of his to slowly trail it over my face.

I stopped at my nose; a soft band ran over it. Slowly following it, my fingers started to tremble when I found a wad of cotton wool over my eyes, pushed against them by the bandage. Flashes of what happened shot through my head; some of my classmates punching and kicking me while others took pictures of it. The leader of the whole band, who walked towards me with a baseball bat.

Hands pushed me down when tears started rolling over my cheeks and I heard mom and dad argue with each other but I wasn’t paying attention. What was wrong with me? Before I could start to hyperventilate, the door brushed open and footsteps walked in.

A soft women’s voice asked, “You called for assistance?” followed by quick steps towards my bed and a cool hand against mine. “Miss Hale? I’m Sandra.” The woman said in a calm tone. I heard my mom’s muffled cries to my right while this Sandra explained, “I’m your nurse for the time being. You were taken to the hospital yesterday evening. One off the students had called 911. Don’t worry Miss; you’re in good hands. “

My head was spinning by now and I took deep breaths to calm down, although I had to struggle. My ribs felt sore from the beating they have endured and I could imagine that I was covered in bruises.

My mind was flashing from one scenario to another, hoping that I wouldn’t have to endure the worst option. The sound of chairs scraping over the floor made me jump slightly and I felt the warmth of somebody close by. This time, a male spoke up.