Kayla King, a girl who gets abused by both her parents. Some days it gets so bad, she can't move. She has one friend, Daniella, and they are always together. The problem with Kayla is, she is a selective mute. One day she went to school and one of t...
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I fucking hate mornings so much. I hit my alarm until it stops ringing and I get up slowly to not scream out of pain. Sure I didn't get hit last night but the night before was bad.
I fucking hate mornings so much. I hit my alarm until it stops ringing and I get up slowly to not scream out of pain. Sure I didn't get hit last night but the night before was bad.
I go to the bathroom and strip of my clothes. I stare at my purple and blue stomach, bruised ribs, and bruised legs. I looking in the mirror for this very reason.
I used to be so full of life. My eyes shimmered, now they lost their shine. My cheeks were so rosy, people thought it was blush, but it lost color. My hair used to be so long and healthy, it's still long, just not as healthy. I used to be one of the "normal kids" and talk, but I don't because I don't want to over share and tell what my parents do to me.
I finally showered and got into comfy, yet covering clothes.
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(her outfit except the highlighter, drink, collar?, and glasses)
I slowly go downstairs and get some food, just a banana because if they notice I took food, they would be the shit out of me. literally. I start my journey to school, walking slow as fuck because of my in-pain-because-of-parents body.
It only took my 45 minutes but I'm at school. I quickly go to my locker and I see Dani there all happy. "Kay! Did you start your song for the contest?" Oh yeah the contest. Well I still have 2 months until the actual contest but writing songs is a lot of work. A lot of redoing, finding the right track, making sure people would like it, and other shit. I shake my head to signal no and she frowns.
"I've seen you write songs before, they are so good! This is the best contest for you!" I smile and listen to her talk about songs.
Songs are my happy place. My favorite album is folklore by Taylor Swift. It's a sad album and sometimes we need a good cry, most of mine are because I'm in pain, but it's a good album. Best song on that album is definitely "this is me trying" maybe because I can relate but it's still a good song.
