The Devils Inside Of Us

Part Two: Scars

I stand there half dressed, mesmerized at the sight of seeing the girl who I thought had the perfect life, actually being scared like me.

"What happened?" I question as I sit down, still in shock of what I had just seen.

"My father wants the perfect daughter and this is what happens when he doesn't get it." She whispers with a horse voice. She then covers her arms with her sleeves.

"Get out. " she says shaking.

"What? " I ask with a confused look on my face.

" Get the fuck out of here. " She says, throwing me the rest of my clothes and pushing me out of the room.

I stumble out the door and start to put on my clothes. As I walk, I start to think about what tomorrow is going to be like. It's Monday and I have school and just beat the fuck out of the schools biggest bully and terrified the schools golden child. But do I care? Honestly no, fuck them, fuck everyone; I'm alone and that's how it's supposed to be, right?

"You're not alone you have me and I'm going to be right here until the day you finally die." 'He' says laughing.

I'm tempted to do it. I'm tempted to walk right into my bathroom and slit my wrists; right down the middle. No one would care. No one loves me, no one notices me, no one would miss me. So, why shouldn't I? But, I don't want to give 'him' the satisfaction. So, I dismiss it and put in my headphones while walking home. The second I walk in the door, I realize coming home was a horrible idea. I hear them before I see them. Jim, I think his name is, usually comes to aquire my mother's 'services'.

"Right there; Right there! Fuck me! Fuck me!" My mom screams as I walk in the door.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?!" Jim screams, still attached to my mother.

I ignore him and just walk in my room. Ten minutes later, my mom walks in half naked screaming at me.

"Who the fuck do you do you think you are?! Because of you we aren't going to make rent this month!" She says ripping my headphones out of my ears.

"Is this not my house? " I rhetorically ask, trying to pick up my headphones. But, as soon as bend down, I know it is a mistake. I didn't hear Jim leave which would have meant I'm in the clear. My fingers just touch the wire when I feel it. Jim's foot collides with my head with a crack. I hit the floor and within a second he kicks my stomach again and again; for what I think is hours but was probably only a few seconds. After that, he aims for my head. He stomps until I can't take it and I pass out of both pain and pure luck. I wake up the next day outside my house covered in blood and bruises with only my uniform and phone on me. I check my phone; it's seven thirty am.

"Great, I'm going to be late again. Eh whatever. " I groan softly to myself.

An hour later I arrive at school. I walk up to the main office and ring the bell. Mrs. Low, the short ugly bitch of a school security guard, answers the bell.

"Ah. Mr. James, late again I see. How many is that now? Twenty-five times is it? Well, you know what that means, Mr. Oliver is waiting for you." She says with a snarky look on her face.

Mr. Oliver is the principal and also the bane of my existence. As I walk into his office, I feel his gaze shift from his old laptop to his next victim; me.

"James, what's your excuse now? Did mommy beat you again or did someone die?" Mr. Oliver says smiling trying to hold back his laughter.

I sit quietly, letting him scold me. I've found that being quite and letting them yell is the safest action any kid can do. A hour goes by and I've missed my first two classes. The lunch bell goes off.

"Get out of my office and go to lunch. I expect this will be your last time being late. " He says, standing up and walking to the door.

I walk out of the main office and head towards the cafeteria; or as I like to call it 'The Hall of Cunts'. This is because each and every one of the people here are brainless pigs, who only care about being popular and scoring with the hottest person of the opposite sex. I walk in and instantly see the barriers between the different social groups. The jocks to the left side full of 'sports superstars'. The nerds fill up the back, side to side with the emo kids. Then you have the rich kids that fill the front and the outcasts who take up the rest of the room. Then there's me. I usually eat on the roof or not at all. Today, I feel hungry so I decided to test my luck and go get food. As I walk in line I spot Claire tugging on her sleeves. I must have really freaked her out last night. I still can't believe that she goes through that. I think to myself, not letting our eyes meet while I grab my food. As I walk up the stairs, Claire stops me.
"I think we should talk." she mumbles, still not looking at me.
"I do too. I'm sorry about last night if I did or said anything to make you uncomfortable. I am really sorry." I say with a break in my voice.
"No I should be the one apologizing. You where late today and have that black eye because of me don't you? "She laments with a really sad look on her face
"No, its not your fault. One of my moms fuck budies likes to beat me." I exhale sharply and shrug.
"And she doesn't do anything? Thats crazy! Either way I am so sorry. I was scared of your reaction when I told you. But I do still want to tell you the rest. So do you mind if I go up there with you." She further explains, gesturing to the roof.
I can see the desperateness in her eyes so I grab her hand and I start to go up to the roof. even If I knew what was going to happen next, I probably wouldn't have stopped it.