I run down the hill as a group of kids run after me. I try pulling my shirt down, it ends with me tumbling down the hill even further. I put my hands Infront of me to stop myself from breaking my nose. I fall and scrape my hands, elbows, and knees trying to stop the impact. The group of kids slide down the hill after me. I make an attempt to escape, but one of the boys in the group grabbed my hair and yanked me back.
"Hey druggie." Marilyn says walking around me.
"You're sad, you really are Matty..." She claims.
She bends down Infront of me, both our faces meeting.
"No wonder your father killed himself." I took heavy offense to that and spit in her face.
She jerks back. She wipes the spit off her face. She punches me in the jaw causing my teeth to bleed. I inhale sharply. Next thing you know I'm kicked in the stomach causing me to puke up whatever I ate in the cafeteria at school. Everythings blurry and I eventually black out.
It seemed to be hours later. I wake up to my head pounding. I look around to see I'm still in the hill I fell from. I stand up in agonizing pain. I make my way home.
As I open the door. My mom gets up from the couch and comes over to me with a bag.
"MATTY BAKER." My mom screams.
"What is it now?" I ask.
"What is this?!" She holds the bag up containing multiple different drugs.
My heart sinks into my feet.
"I-i can explain!" I say.
"DRUGS MATTY? DRUGS!" She screams putting the bag back down by her side.
"I-i.." I was cut off.
"Is this what you've been doing with your 'lunch money'?!" She asks.
"You're a disappointment, you know that? I wish I aborted you when your father asked me too." She says looking back at me.
"Go to your room, or go somewhere other than in my face." She says.
I look at her with anger and pain in my eyes. She goes back to sitting on the couch. I open the door.
"I hate you." I slam the door shut.
I'm walking down the road, kicking rocks. I kick a bigger rock and it hits someone's shoe. I look up and see a boy my height, he has holes in his jeans, his knees are bloody. Beat up sneakers, bruises all over his face and arms, and his hair is an absolute mess.
"Hey...uh, you okay there?"
"Yeah...yeah." he rubs his head looking at me.
I stare at him.
"Uhm alright." I walk past him, continuing to kick rocks.
I look back and see him staring at me. He makes his way the opposite direction of me.
"Hm."
YOU ARE READING
James and Matty
RomanceThis story is about a girl named Matty struggling with mental illnesses, bullying, drug abuse, and much more. she meets a boy that goes through what she goes through. they slowly fall in love.
