Was this a normal 12 years old's child life? Do they get bullied every day? Do they flinch when someone touches them? Do they get scared when someone yells?
These were the thoughts running in my mind as he was punishing me.
His evil laugh, his slaps, and his kicks which were probably just for a mere hour had felt like an eternity.
After having his fun, the slamming of the door brought me back to the world. It not only brought me back to the pain but also the feeling of unloved, worthlessness, and loneliness.
I had run out of tears now. What remained was just a stabbing feeling in my heart.
I slowly got up, making my way to the shower to get the disgusting feeling off me.
Scrubbing hard, I was still unable to get that loathing feeling off. It would never come off no matter how long and hard I scrubbed. I scrubbed till my skin had gone red but it was of no use.
Feeling defeated, I gathered my courage to see myself. The girl I was seeing was so broken, so worthless, so unwanted. She was such a coward who couldn't even kill herself.
It is said that the mirror knows all the truths and that's why I hated it. I hated it because it showed how ugly I am. The mirror showed every scar, every bruise which made me remind of the fact how he had dirtied my body. I hated seeing the reflection because the realization was hitting me every second.
Tilting it away, I got ready for school.
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'Ugly'
'Disgusting'
'Skeleton'
'Anorexic'
I just wanted to slap these dumb-ers but couldn't give them the satisfaction that their words were bothering me.
There were times when their words had made me gather the courage of going up there. During those times, no matter how hard I made myself to understand that these words were not the qualities of me, my mind chose to believe those belittling words.
There were times when I just wanted a hug, a shoulder to cry upon but no one was ready to accept someone who came with a lot of baggage.
Shoving those thoughts out of my mind, I sat in the back row, getting ready for an awful math test.
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Later on the day, I was called to the principal's office. To say I was terrified would be an understatement. After getting permission to enter, I saw the old-aged man giving me a sympathetic smile. To my surprise, there was also a police officer inside.
"Arianna your father has passed away."
These words were enough to make my eyes pop out of the sockets.
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And here is the first chapter!!
Did you like it? It's my first story so I am very sorry for any grammatical mistakes but I promise the story will get BETTER.
