Just A Broken Girl {C.R.}

Chapter 1

My name is Victoria. I'm a normal teenage girl, well as normal as a girl who never really had a great family can be. I am fifteen years old. And I live in Florida. I have no friends, I'm sort of the freak in school, the emo kid, the reject. I don't really care it doesn't bother me, people have bullied me and picked on me my whole life. I get called "slut" "bitch" "whore" "a waste of space" every day. The only thing that does get to me is when someone makes a comment on my family. My dad abused me and my mom. He's in jail now. My mom was an addict, but she recently got clean to help support me and my little sister Emily. And well me, I am depressed and a wreck most of the time. Emily is the only actual normal one in our family, she is only 5 so she wasn't here for my dad or when my mom was messed up. Her dad ran off to be with a slut. So in my mind I guess I'm a normal kid... Right?

Today is the first day back to school. I'm not looking forward to all the snarky remarks and stares. But I mean I do wear all black and a lot of makeup. Even though I'm still a virgin I agree, I am a slut. I'm sort of asking for it. They are right I am trash, I'm useless, I need an escape, something to take my mind off of things, to feel something other than sadness. I walk into my bathroom and dig through the medicine cabinet, there it is, my three shiny silver blades. I haven't cut in a while, it was summer no bullies nothing, but now it's time to go back, back to the hell I call home. I put my wrist over the sink and drag the blade across my skin. The pain was real, it made me feel alive and like I deserved to live, I don't know why but it did. Five cuts in each wrist and I put them away, for now.

After I wrap my wrists in gauze I walk to my closet to get dressed. I wear the usual, black skinny jeans, black converse, a tank top, with a black long sleeve sweater over the tank top to hide to scars and fresh cuts. I straighten my hair and put on a black beanie. My makeup like I said was really dramatic. Black eyeshadow, lots of mascara, and winged eyeliner, but seriously my eyebrows were on fleek today.

I grab my phone which has texts from the "mean girls" of the school calling me a slut, but what's new, I grab my bag and head downstairs. My mom is making pancakes for me and Emily. When she is done I eat like 1/4 of one and throw it away (I don't really eat much).

"Hey Victoria, I'm picking you up after school we need to talk over some food."

"Okay. I'm gonna leave now, bye mom bye Emily have a good day at school. And remember if the boy picks on you today tell the principle."

"I will, don't worry sissy."

Emily says as I close the door.

The walk to school was horrible. It was hot and humid. My jeans and sweater didn't help. I see my school in the distance and it washes over me, I have to deal with the fucking fucktards who made my life like this. The ones who keep pushing me to keep cutting. I walk through the school doors and it starts.

"Hey here come the slut."

"Watch out its Viki"

(I hate being called that.)

"Why are you wearing a sweater, still cutting, I guess your family doesn't care enough to stop you."

That one comment rung in my head. I could get it out, it was haunting me. I run out of the school and down the street. Turn a corner and bump into someone.

"Watch where you are going!"

He screams, then realizes I'm crying.

"Wait, are you okay?"

He really seemed like he was concerned.

"No I'm really not. But why are you even talking to me? Don't you know who I am?"