The police came and they said that they couldn't do anything. I couldn't stop the scoffs coming out of my mouth, but come on... it's ridiculous. Far out, they are the police... isn't it their job to protect people, well i don't feel very protected. Maybe I should just trust no one from now on, I shouldn't even attempt to make friends, what's the point... it only get's backfired into your face anyway.
When Monday came, i didn't say a word... even when the teacher tried to talk to me, i just stared at my pencil and paper... it was better this way. People called out random comments like "Faggot" "Mole" "Whale" the usual. But i didn't even flinch, i had no energy left, i had no need to fight back. Maybe if i just sat and said nothing, they would eventually forget about me, they would forget i existed; like i were dead.
I know I'm not the prettiest, smartest or skinniest girl... hell... i'm not even close but i don't know what i did to deserve this. I've never done anything to these people.
When I get home, I change into a pair of shorts and a plaid shirt... i tie my hair into a slip knot bun, grab my school book, pencil case and laptop and head upstairs to my room. I live with my brother, sister, cousins, aunty and uncle... it's too crowded for my liking, but luckily the house is big enough that i can get away from them. I usually drown out people with headphones and music, it's pretty much what i do all the time at home. My family is quite stressed, God forbid i burden them with my shitty life.
YOU ARE READING
Bullied
Non-FictionTreated like you are worth nothing more than a grain of dirt on the sidewalk. Your heart tossed around and battered until the puncture wounds are too much to bare. Captured and trapped by the whispering words of hatred echoing in your head.
