Beautiful Nightmare

No pity

Oliver's screams was heard probably all throughout the house. His fists banging on the door, but all I could hear was the voices chanting in my head.

Freak. Fat. Ugly. Disgusting. Crazy. Whore. No wonder he beat you; have you looked on the mirror lately? You're a disgusting fat cow who doesn't know when to stop eating!

I didn't notices the door was being unlocked. At this point I really didn't care. I kept punching the, now broken, mirror to the point were I was bleeding. Two strong arms pulled me away from the bathroom and into the bedroom. I still refused to cry and started thrashing everywhere.

"Will you please keep still? I'm trying to help you! God dammit, why do you have to be so damn stubborn?" yelled, who I assume, Kyle. He threw me on me bed and straddled my waist. He took my small dainty wrist into his hands.

I refused to look at him but opted for the doorway. Sadly the others were standing there with pity in their faces. I didn't need their pity!

I snapped at them," Will you stop looking at me like that? I don't need your stupid pity. If you was truly sorry then you would let me go. I didn't ask to be kidnapped! Y'all took it upon y'all's self. As for the blood, I can clean it up myself. I'm used to it." I said the last bit quietly.

They all looked confused but just let it go. Luke knew what I meant because he gave me this look. Kyle was about to speak up but Luke beat him to it.

"I'm going to help Tazzy clean up. Why don't the lot of you go get some food? When you all get back we can watch a movie."

They all nodded and went to leave but not before Ollie looked back at me and smiled.