I lay in bed staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, it was decorated with stars. I've always loved stars , they burn so bright you can see them millions of miles away. The darker the darkness , the brighter the light.
That was something my mom used to tell me as a kid. However sometimes when the darkness is too dark it devours the light.
It was 7 in the morning. I would have to force myself to get out of bed in another 15 minutes to get ready for school. I temember a time when school used to be fun, enjoyable and a place that felt like home.
That all stopped when Jason approached me for the first time. My life slowly began to fall apart after that. Now I'm stuck unable to do anything about my life but look at the splintered pieces of it still left. Maybe it's my fault as my mother says it is. Everything's my fault.
There I finally admitted it. As I get out of my bed I can't help but wonder if there is an alternate universe where I'm happy. I have a quick shower and when I get out, my reflection in the mirror stares back at me.
I don't like her at all. She has straight black hair that falls down to her shoulders and light brown eyes. Multiple small bruises litter her body. Maybe if she lost a little weight she would look pretty. I throw a piece of cloth over the mirror not wanting to look at her.
I grab a pair of jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. I slip on my sneakers and walk down the stairs to the kitchen. My mom is too busy on a phone call to even notice me. Nothing new. Ignoring tje sandwich my dad made for me I grab an apple and head out.
I normally just ride my bicycle to school. It's easier to do that than to take the car. By the time I reach school it's already 8 30. I have half an hour before my classes start. I head to my locker which is coincidentally right next to Jasons.
Thankfully he isnt here yet. I open my locker and grab my books just as I hear the voice of the one person I hoped to avoid today.
"Alliee", he calls out tauntingly to me. Once upon a time when we were friends that was what he used to call me. I don't respond to his taunts and pretend to look for my book.
I instantly regret that decision as he roughly grabs my hair and pulls me backwards. I stumble to the ground as he lets go of my hair. I look up to see his jeering face looming over me. " The next time I call you , you better respond slut", he says to me.
When I try to get up , he pushes me back down. " Do you undestand?", he asks me pinning me down. I nod and he lets me go but not without throwing a couple good punches as normal with Jason. A couple of his friends start laughing at how pathetic I am.
When the bullying initially started , I fought back hard. Eventually I got tired of fighting and just have up. I deserved this, I deserved the hits i received, I deserved being called pathetic, useless and weak, I deserve to die like Jason says I do.
As usual no one comes to help me up, no one would want to get involved with me. Disgusting, slutty, ugly, fat Alia. I wouldn't want to get involved with me, why would I expect others to. I picked my useless self off the floor, grabbed my things and headed to class.
I received pitying looks from some people as I passed through the hallways and some people even gave me a smirk. Those two things together never meant good news. Nothing ever meant good news when it came to me. Just ask my parents.
Class got over really quickly and i took out my phone to text my closest friend Amy. Amy used to study here a year ago but she moved to another part of the country. She knew about the bullying and she tried her best to help me but ended up just making things worse on multiple occasions.
She had sent me a couple messages before this to check my insta. I opened insta and found myself tagged in a recording of a concersation Amy and I had a couple weeks ago. The conversation was just about what a piece of shit Jason was.
Just as I put away my phone , Jason and his friends came storming towards me. Jason looked really pissed, his hands were clenched and he looked like he was going to murder me.
He grabbed me by the throat lifting me up in the air. I clawed at his hand struggling to breathe. He didn't care one bit. He threw me onto the floor, and I cried out in pain as my back roughly hit the floor. He gave his friends a look.
Two of his friends grabbed either arm of mine and hoisted me up. " How dare you talk shit about me huh bitch!", he snarled at me his voice laced with venom.
Me being the coward that I am denied the phone call. I yelped as he kicked me in the stomach. He did it again and again and again while his friends called me names. I flinched as he raised his hand towards me, he just gently pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His friends let go of my arms and I fell to the ground in pain.
They all finally left. I was left alone once again with nothing but my thoughts. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him. I repeated it over and over again like a mantra when who I really hated was just myself.
So once again I picked myself off the floor and kept walking.
A/N: Heyyy, i just felt i needed to say that I dont agree with a lot of the stuff my mc does or will do so dont hate me y'all. Thankss.
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My Bully
Teen Fiction"An endless spiral of depression, that's what my life has been reduced to. I'm weak, I already know that by the amount of times it has been said to me. I just never thought a day would come when I actually believed it. Sometimes I wonder if he even...
