Left To Survive

IX

This chapter contains physical abuse

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7 March

12 AM

꧁ Alisha ꧂

"Hey you fatass"

I ignored it and kept on walking to the door to get out of the classroom. I felt someone grabbing my arm.

"I was talking to you, you didn't hear me?" Jenna said. I turned around and pulled my arm out of her grip.

"Yes I heard you. I just ignored you, it's not that hard" I said. Jenna looked down at me with a disgusted face. I looked back, but she didn't say anything. I kept staring strangely at her and backed off. She didn't follow me. Fine. Now I just had to find a place to eat lunch where they couldn't get me. Yesterday Jenna and her bitches disturbed me and threw my lunch out of the box. Classic move, they weren't even not even trying to be original. But I needed to watch out now. Or I had to stay in the vision of a teacher, that usually helped.

I walked out of the building and went to the cafetaria to get my sandwich (you can pre-order them, pretty cool system). At the moment that I wanted to go inside the cafe I felt someone grabbing my right arm (again), but this time much harder, and it dragged me inside a corridor. Nobody ever used this one, and a rilling from fear went up my spine.

In a few seconds was inside and I saw all of them standing in a group, laughing with each other. They made place for me and Dave, the one that grabbed me, and he pushed me up to the wall. I gasped for air because he was holding me in his grip with his arm against my chest, and I couldn't move an inch. But I could talk.

"What the fuck let me go!" I screamed at them, and moved my feet (the rest was blocked), but it was pointless. They all seemed to enjoy my suffering even more. I hated this school. I hated these people. I was getting tired of resisting Dave's grip and stopped moving. Instead I stared at them with the most furious glance. "What the fuck do y'all want from me?" I asked them, trying not to let the dear resonate in my voice. They all started laughing and Dave pressed his arm even harder on my chest, and I was actually getting trouble breathing now.

"Only the usual, babe," said Jenna. And she put out her hand. "I don't have food with me," I told her. My voice sounded high and my breathing was loud and long. Dave softened his grip a bit.

"We want money, stupid ass," someone said. Sarah? Was it Sarah? I don't know. Of course they wanted money.

"I don't have any on me," I said, "I promise-" My voice was ripped off when I felt a shocking pain in my stomach and gasped for air. Appearantly Dave let go of me and someone- punched me? In the stomach? Omg this wasn't good. It really hurt. I was still gasping and I felt acid coming up into my mouth. I was on the ground, softly gagging, and felt their agonizing looks on me.

After a few seconds, I could see someone going through my backpack.

"Hey give it back!" I yelled, as I tried to get up to get to my stuff, but I stopped because of a lightning pain in my stomach. They really fucked me up this time. I saw them finding my money, and after that they took my backpack, turned it over and let all the insides fall out. They all laughed and loudly went away, leaving me there on the ground as a sack of potatoes. Which is exactly what I felt like.

With a lot of pain in my belly I got up and slowly, VERY slowly (I was shaking on my legs and felt like fainting any minute) I took all my stuff and stuffed it back inside of my bag.

12:20 AM

10 minutes later

"Just call my parents please," I asked, for the 5th time.

"Miss, I can't, you don't show any signs of sickness. The fact that you got into a fight is your problem, your fault, and surely not my responsibility." I wanted to smack this lady in the face. Aren't teachers supposed to help us??

I kept staring in her eyes in disbelief, hoping she'd change her mind. But it was hard keeping eye contact when you're mentally and physically drained, thereby my stomach was all twisted up and hadn't stopped hurting. In fact, I was pretty sure it hurt even more now than before.

When I realized she wasn't gonna bend, I took my backpack, gave her one last glance, and turned around to head for the door. She yelled at me, how I surpassed like ten rules of the school, that I would get detention, how I couldn't leave and more bullshit. Oh well. I got fucking beat up, I deserved to go home aight? Jesus.