He threw me to the floor, yanking my hair. No one came when I screamed out,I know why..
I usually come to school earlier to avoid him but it seems like he caught on to what I've been doing.
He basically spat on me by how he talked.. his fried dark brown hair, his amber eyes that usually were kind to most people.. it just made me feel disgusted.He kept on kicking my stomach and screaming I should lose a few pounds and I would be loved for once in my pathetic life. I heard students walk past the bathroom and I felt a tiny bit of hope and screamed out, big mistake.
He banged my head against the stalls toilet, his clammy and smelly hand over my mouth.
I felt my salty tears run down my face and hit his hand, he unzipped his pants and I looked at him in horror..-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* -*-*-*-*
I shook with fear when he left the bathroom, one of the reasons why I hate that my school has unisex bathrooms.
I just stayed in there, shook from what conspired. My breath is shaky and weak, bruises everywhere on me, blood on the floor, clothes slightly ripped, puffy eyes.. it looks like I've been through hell.. I just want to go home.
Once I finished cleaning up my blood from the floor and sat on the closed toilet seat and contemplated about my life.. was I really this weak? How worthless am I? What if I just disappeared? Do people even care about me? Why can't I have what I want? WHY does everyone hate ME?!
I broke down crying again.. I grabbed my school bag as well as my phone, it was only 5 minutes till lunch. At this point why can't I just go home? That's what I'm probably going to do. I bit my nails, they had dirt and some blood underneath them.When the bell rung I ran out of the bathroom stalls and ran out of the school building and started to just walk home, I forgot to pack water but whatever..
When I made it home my mom was already gone at work. I sent my things down and ran up to the bathroom.. I just needed to be clean..
I scrubbed every inch of me, I can still feel him on me.. in me.. I feel his greedy hands on my chest, my ass.. everywhere..
what if I called out more? What if I was louder? I could've bit him? No.. I had my phone on me.. why couldn't I call anyone, anybody!
Did I desire it? Probably.. it was what I deserved for being a fat piggy.
I want my mom.. I can't bother her..
I walked out of my shower and rapped my body with a towel, I checked my phone and saw I few calls from Ben..
Once I got dressed I went to the attic, I found some rope.. it looked strong enough..
I'm sorry momma, I can't deal with it anymore.-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* -*-*-*
Sorry for the short chapter! I completely forgot this story existed lol.
I updated everything basically, but I hope you guys did enjoy this chapter even though it is small.
Should I keep the chapters small? Since it's easier to read and can be like treated as like candy, idk 🤷♀️
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FanfictionThis is a Y/N story, I won't be adding anime characters. All the characters in this story are mine. None of the art or music in this story is mine. I wanted to place in my own struggles and how I used to (and kinda still do) see myself into this sto...