Last night was the worse night that week. She couldn't keep her hands of me. Forcing me to do things that I had never done before. Things that are even to horrible to think about. Things you shouldn't be doing to your mother. Things that would haunt you for the rest of your life.
School. I had to be at school in 20 minutes. I carefully slipped my uniform on, being slow and steady making sure I didn't make a sound. If I made a squeak she would be awake and there would be no school for me. I didn't really care about school. All I wanted it for was to get good grades so I could get a good job and then get away from my mother. My abuse.
I tiptoed quietly down the stairs before running like my life depended on it out of the door. Scrap that it did. Closing the door and grabbing my bag, I ran up the path, quickly closing the gate and then I started to run. My hair flowing behind me as I caught up my speed. I had never been very good at sport but when I needed too I was. It was going to take me ages to get to school, half an hour, an hour depending on how bad my mum abused me last night. I never looked at my scars, I mean like never. There always worse the day after. Cuts. Blood. Bruises. I never thought I would be the girl that got abused. By anyone and everyone. Nobody understood me. Geeks, dorks, nerd, pretty people, sporty people, brainy people. Nobody. I felt a tear drip down my cheek as the school came into view. Another day. Another day of bullying. Another day I just want to erase. Another day I want scream. Another day I want to take my life.
