Saving Ally

Chapter 1

"Where the hell is she!" I couldn't help but cry. I've been holding it in long enough I think I deserve to let it out even if this is the most I've cried in years, and it's over some girl that I met at the principals office. If I had never looked at her... if I had never even noticed her... would I even be in this mess? Of course not! I got myself into this all because of a girl. I feel the tears flow down my face like a waterfall. I crumble to the ground and put my back up against the wall. The only bad thing about being in this mess is... I love her.

--Ally Christian

I wake up to the blinding sun that's pouring through my window. I slowly push myself out of bed and close my blinds that I forgot to close last night. Last night my dad and I got into a fight, like always. He yelled and I yelled back, which isn't normal. We never come to agreements when we fight. We actually don't come to agreements at all. He and I don't have much of a relationship. I'm surprised I'm even related to that stupid alcoholic. Anyways, when I got into my room it was 1am and I was exhausted. I was in so much pain that every step I took shot pain up my leg and throughout my body. I was too lazy to take off my clothes or to even close my blinds, knowing that I would regret it in the morning.

I change out of my clothes and grab a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved T-shirt, of course. I would die if anyone found out about the true me. I take a quick 5-minute shower and change into my clothes and brush my teeth and hair. I look into the mirror at myself and grimaced at the sight of the horrible monster staring back at me. It takes a couple of seconds to realize that it's me. I raise my sleeve and look at the purple bruise on my arm. I stare at it in the mirror for a minute before lifting my shirt and looking at the bruise on the side of my stomach. I run my fingers over it softly, yet I still wince at the pain.

Covering up the bruises, I run downstairs and past my dad who's in the kitchen with his work clothes on. I can hear him mumbling to someone, probably a friend on the phone. We don't speak to each other as I push my tiny feet into my shoes. I look at the opening of the kitchen where my dad last night had me pinned up against the wall.

"You're just like your mother. She never listened to a damn thing I said. You act so fucking innocent when you aren't!" I remember him screaming at me.

"My mom was good unlike you," I whispered back to him. Then I remember him throwing me to the ground.

"Your mother was a dirty whore," he mumbled.

"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at him. Then, he kicked me hard, his foot colliding with the side of my stomach. I remember the wind being knocked out of me. I remember him screaming at me to never cuss at him.

I shake my head, trying to let go of the sight. I feel my body start to shake as I hear him speak louder in the next room on the phone. I don't even stay around long enough to listen to the words he's saying. I get up quickly and go out to my car with my backpack, closing the door quietly behind me.

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When I arrive at school and start walking towards the corridors I stop as I realize them sitting there. They aren't popular or anything, but they sure are mean. They've been around ever since 6th grade, and it doesn't look like they're stopping anytime soon. I'm their new bait from here on out. I put my hoodie up and keep my head down as I try to walk through the double doors. Just as I think I'm about to make it I feel a hand on my shoulder. I automatically start to shake and I know they can smell the fear in me flowing out like a river.

"Hey look guys it's the little slut," Kate says. Kate is the one that usually bullies me. Stealing my stuff and pushing me around. I tend not to say anything because that'll just make everything worse and I know it. I slowly turn to face her and she grins when she sees the fear in my eyes. She steps closer to me, "What the hell are you looking at Lil' Bitch?"

I look away from Kate and try to walk away before anything bad happens to me, but of course I get tripped by Kate and fall almost flat on my face. If it weren't for my arms then I probably would've lost a tooth. I sit up and look down my sleeves and see my now scratched up bloody arms. It's not hard for my arms to start bleeding.

I look up at Kate with tears building up in my eyes. Her and her friends are laughing along with some other people who are giggling. "Oh god, look it's smelly gross garbage! We should put that in the dumpster shall we?"

They pick me up and I twitch and groan at the pain when they squeeze on my arms. They look around a couple of times to look out for teachers, but of course it's all clear because the teachers don't hang around the outside of the school. They usually stay in their rooms. They walk over to the dumpster and Kate holds the lid up.
"Home sweet home," she sighs as they throw me in. I scream as I fall into the garbage. Kate gives me one more quick grin before closing the lid and leaving me in moldy leftovers from Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

I lift up the lid and as I do I see Kate as she takes a picture of me. Of course. That's just great.

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