I stood up breathing heavily and walked to class in a daze. I don't get why she continues to hurt me when you can clearly see that I'm hurt enough. I'm almost hurt so much that I could say I'm used to it, but it still hurts and stings every time something happens. No one knows what I go through, but they can see what has been done when I have the marks left on my body. I always have them, there is not one day I have to not go through pain and have the marks fresh on my body reminding me what happened right before. If there happens to be a day coming that I am not hurt, I'd still have the scars not only on me but burned in my mind.
Instead of thinking to much of it, I blinked and locked my attention on the teacher. Just because I'm hurt, doesn't mean I'm going to slack. I want good grades like I have so far, to get into a good college far away, to get away from here.
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Broken and Nothing
Teen FictionShe ripped my shirt off and everyones eyes widened. While some jaws dropped, others started to whisper. Something in me snapped and I ran. Pushing my way through the small crowd that had gathered, I ran out of the doors to where I knew my way best...
