Today was different from the other day's. Instead of hitting me they all took turns shoving my head into lockers. Nadia was the worst...she never liked me. She always said that I wasn't worth living and needed to kill myself. Between her, Maddi, Lexi, Sierra, and god knows who else I got the crap beat out of me everyday. They called me a whore and and slut. A bitch a tramp a cunt and dirty no good worthless trash. The words cut deeper than the beating ever could. I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up to just sleep the pain away. I need to get some sleep goodnight.....thank god for it being the weekend.
YOU ARE READING
SCARS
CasualeIt's a book about me and my story. It's about how scars are deeper than the ones that show on your skin. Also about how only your true friends will go to hell and back for you.
