The Worst

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. I washed my face in the sink, then looked up to stare at myself in the mirror. I analysed the bright, red bruise that lay comfortably on my cheek bone.

I sighed while opening up the cabinet, fumbling through all the different bottles and packets of pills and medicine. I came across my phone sitting in the medicine cabinet. That's funny, why was my phone in the medicine cabinet? My memory was suddenly sparked when my phone began vibrating and the familiar name popped up. Even seeing that name brings me back into that moment again.

"Who is this?" He spat, furiously. Holding up my phone and gesturing to various messages from a boy called Anthony.

"He goes to my college, we're just friends, I promise." I pleaded, defending myself.

"Just friends?" He mocked. "That's how it all starts out, as 'just friends.' Remember, you and I? We started out as 'just friends.'"

He leaned in closer and I just stood there staring at him, scared to reply in case I say the wrong thing and he lashes out at me.

"Don't just look at me, you dumb bitch, I asked you a question!"

"I- I- He... I- He is just a friend, I told you that already."

"Are you getting smart with me, are you really talking back to me? You must've gone mad!" He stepped closer and grabbed my cheeks with one of his hands, squeezing my face and bringing it closer towards his. We were so close together that I was practically breathing in the same air he breathed out and vice versa.

"Please Zack, don't do this." I begged but to no avail.

"Shut up!" He shouted, and a heavy blow was thrown at the right side of my face. My cheek grew hot with pain. Before I could say anything, let alone react, the same familiar pain grew immensely on the side of my rib cage. He striked me again.

"Please." I whispered.

"Shut up!" He shouted once more, he grabbed me by my hair. So hard, I could feel my brown, locks releasing from their roots. He swung me and threw me on the floor, and I was gone.

I don't remember anything that happened after that point, he definitely dropped me home afterwards because I woke up in my bed.

I ignored my phone and grabbed the antiseptic wipes behind it, I pulled it open with my teeth and began cleaning at my bruise, wincing in pain.

The knock at the door made me jump.

"Kacey?" My mum called from the other side of door. "Are you okay in there? You've been in the bathroom for quite a while." Her tone of voice showed concern and worry.

"I'm fine." I replied bluntly while continuing to wipe at my injury.

"Are you sure."

"I said I'm fine." I said with a harsher tone in my voice, hoping that will get rid of her, but unfortunately caused her to stay longer.

"I just want to check up on you." She said while opening the door. Before she could even get the door halfway I ran to the door and slammed it shut using my back. I slid down the door and sat down in a crouching position.

"I SAID, IM FINE!" I screamed, tears gradually forming in my eyes. "Can you just leave me alone? Why can't I get any privacy in this house!"

I began sobbing hysterically.

"Just leave me alone, please."

My speech started with screaming and ended with whispering. My body felt numb and tired, I felt as if all my energy had been drained out, completely. I felt weak.