Painful Struggles

Wake Up Or Else...

Selena's POV

My name is Selena Marie Gomez, my life is not ordinary nor perfect. I am 17 and in senior year. I have been bullied both physically and mentally at school and abused physically and mentally since grade 1. Ever since I was little, singing and dancing has been my passion, except I have self taught myself to dance and sing, cause my dad won't allow me to do anything. I think it's in my genes cause from what I have heard my mother was an amazing dancer and singer.

My mother died while she gave birth to me, so my dad blames it all on me and abuses me. I do self harm, as it gives me relief. I'm smart, and I can cook, which I think is good, I also work at starbucks so I get money to buy some sort of clothing, but none of the ladies/girls like me there either. I live in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire in England. My birthday is on the 22nd of July, anyways getting back to the story...

I was literally just about to wake up when-

Dad: SELENA WAKE THE F*CK UP OR ELSE I WILL COME UP AND HIT YOU.

I quickly get up... nope bad idea... that was extremely painful, my dad beat me up really badly yesterday because there wasn't enough salt in the roast chicken I made for him, he punched me several times in the face and kicked me countless times in the stomach, I got knocked out towards the end of it.

I have a quick shower, letting the hot water, loosen all the muscles in my body. I step out and put on black jeans, it's winter at the moment, so I put on a jumper and some adidas shoes, I then put some make up on, only foundation to cover up I make my way down and I hear my dads shower turn off, I race down and make him an omelette, just the way he likes it and make coffee.

Oh I forgot to say, he doesn't let me eat anything, so I either have to sneak in some food that I buy from work or sneak some out of the cupboards. I quickly grab a granola bar as he comes down.

Dad: Have you made breakfast?

Selena: Yes, sir (he makes me call him sir), I have put it on the table, may I please leave to go to school?

Dad: Yes... Wait come here.

I walk over, I know what's going to happen, extremely scarred I go closer to him.

I close my eyes and feel a sharp pain and a push, I fall to the ground and put my hand to my cheek, I look, there's blood.

Dad: Now you can go.

I quickly race up to my room, with tears running down my cheeks. I clean up my cheek, which is stinging like a b*tch. And then to relief my self, I get my razor and make 3 lines across my wrists, wipe the blood and make my way to school.

I get to school and my bullies are already there waiting for me. There's Josh, Zac, Taylor and Ariana, Taylor is dating Josh and Zac is dating Ariana.

I tried to sneak in, but it was too late they had seen me, and before I could even blink they had pushed me to the ground.

Josh: Slut, trying to get away?

I couldn't speak, Ariana's shoe was like on my mouth, she was pushing it down.

Zac: She's such a wimp she can't even talk.

Taylor: Look you can see her fat rolls through her jumper, if that is even classifies to the standards of a jumper.

There was one thing, that I liked about myself, I didn't think I was fat. I hardly got to eat, let along, eat so much that I could get fat and have rolls of it.

They had started kicking me harder and harder, and Taylor's pencil heel shoe was digging into my rib.

Teacher: EVERYONE GET TO CLASS!