“Bitch, loser, dumb ass, fatty” That’s all I heard every day from morning to night, from the time I woke up to the time I went to bed, they were even in my dreams. Dark monsters slowly creeping all over me giving insults, some shouting, some closely whispering and not one person came to help but of course I was used to that. As I ran away from all those monsters I came up to a valley “finally some peace and quiet” I thought to myself but before I could even take a deep breath, the ground started rumbling.
The ground opened up and all the words that they were calling me flew up and started beating me up. “Hey I don’t think that all that throwing up is helping your just too fat maybe you should just kill yourself you’d be doing the world a favor” one of them whispered to me as they were punching and kicking me “look at all those scars on her arm” one of them screamed “ya I know what an ugly loser” the other one said while laughing. Suddenly they all backed away and I heard a voice behind me “Wow I didn’t think it was possible for you to look any uglier but here you are”
I whipped my head around to see who said that but all I saw was a mirror. As I looked at my reflection and I saw that what they were saying was true. I saw my eyes that were a dull grey, my short brown hair that was all knotted and uneven, my face that was covered in bruises and cuts and finally my body. As I looked I saw that I was only in my bra and underwear, my arms were practically covered in cuts that I had put there myself, I made a mental note to find a different place to start cutting cause I was running out of room on my arms. My stomach was covered in different coloured bruises and my cuts but one stood out, it was a giant scar in the shape of an s that was dangerously close to reaching my heart and you could tell was a couple years old. Finally I looked at my legs, I could tell that one of them was broken but the rest were fine of course covered in millions of giant bruises but I had kinda gotten used to them by then. “See I told you you were ugly” a voice whispered behind me. I turned around and I saw him “YOU” I screamed “why can’t you just leave me alone” “Because the world needs me to get rid of you and when I do the world will be perfect, see you’re the only one screwing it up, you screw everything up” he said as he brought up the metal baseball bat “Goodbye, see you in hell you little bitch” he whispered as he brought the bat across my head.
I shot out of my bed covered in sweat and tears. As I looked around I saw that he wasn’t there just me in my little room that would be lucky to be called a closet. As I sat in my little bed made out of the most uncomfortable pillows in the world I thought of my dream, the same one id been having for the past 7 years. You would think that by now the dream wouldn’t be scary for me but every night it was the same extreme terror and pain. I looked at the clock and it said 4:30 perfect time to get up. As I thought to myself as looked at myself in my small mirror, I looked the exact same as I did in my dream just without the broken leg and more bruises on my legs. Yup same old Rene. I got dressed humming You Don’t Know Your Beautiful; I swear they were the only thing keeping me from killing myself. I told myself every day that maybe everything would get better one day but I knew that I was lying to myself and those One Direction songs were the only things giving me that hope. I pulled on my usual black sweatpants, black long sleeved shirt and black sweater, even though it was June, that were all too big even though they were the smallest size at the store. I slowly opened the door and walked downstairs and started making breakfast for my mother. She walked downstairs wearing the same dress as yesterday and started screaming at me. “What are you doing you whore” she ask/yelled at me. “Making breakfast for you Mother” I said quietly looking at the plate pancakes I had just set in front of her. “Good bitch too bad you can’t have any” she said with a smirk “now make some for you absolutely beautiful, talented, and amazing sister” she snarled in my face “Yes Mother, um I was wondering if after I make Sisters pancakes if I could have some, see I haven’t eaten I a couple days and I am very hungry” I said as quietly as I possibly could but still loud enough for my mother to hear. She looked at me with a look of utter surprise and slapped me on the face as hard she possibly could and punched me in the stomach a couple times. Hard. “how dare you ask me that question I give you a roof on your head and clothes on your back and then you ask for food your such an ungrateful slut plus you’re not skinny your still as fat as ever you definitely don’t need to eat” she spat at me when I fell to the ground. She kicked me a couple of times before turning around and walking away yelling back “you better be here when I get home you cunt” “yes Mother” I said before getting up and cleaning up the blood and pancakes. Finally at 6:00 I grabbed my 30 year old backpack, pulled up my hood and started walking to school.
I checked my watch, it said 8:00 and I’m not even halfway there, “shit I’m gonna be late” I said out loud before turning the corner. The last thing I heard was screaming and then darkness surrounded me.
Authors Note J
Hey there this is my first story so pretty please don’t judge plus I suck @ writing but watever hope u guys liked it!!!!!!! an update will def come out after exams are finished ;) luv u all byee :* <3
