(A/N) -this is Karla.
I thought I could trust her. Karla said she wouldn't tell anyone. That she would take my secret to the grave. I can't let my mom know. She'll kill me because I shouldn't be telling other people my problems and become I didn't tell her I've been bullied for as long as I can remember. I thought I could trust her.
But I guess I was wrong, considering the fact that she's right here bullying me right now. Kicking my stomach, punching me in the face, laughing at me, ect. I don't blame her, I'm a piece of shit, a worthless piece of trash, I should just kill myself and make their life easier.
When she was done beating me she told me I'm worth nothing and that she regrets having me as a friend. The small crowd that was watching us said "ooh", some people said "burn." I just grabbed my bag and ran to the girls restroom. I made sure there was no one in the stalls and looked at myself in the mirror and I started to tear up. I had a black eye, my whole right cheek was brused, my arms had scratches, and there was blood dripping from my head.
I cleaned up, I put on some foundation, some lip gloss, I reapplied my black eyeliner, and hid the glash on my head with my hair. Once I was, mostly, cleaned up I exited the restroom. I felt someone staring at me, thinking it was Karla, I didn't look. I just walked out of the school, lucky it was the end of the day, and started walking home.
I heard someone walking behind me, I started walking a little faster, I didn't hear the person's feet quicken so I slowed back down. I pretended to drop something. When I bent down to pick it up I saw the person. It was a guy. He was kind of cute. He had Ocean Blue Eyes, black hair, he wore a Sleeping With Sirens "Kick Me" Shirt, and he was looking at me. I looked at him for a minute before he smiled at me, I smiled at him and walked away.I heard him walk quicker until he was beside me. "Hi. My name's Derek. What's yours?" He asked me. I can't talk to him. I stopped walking and got a piece of paper out. I wrote: "Hi Derek. I'm Grace. I'm Mute." He read it and signed: "Oh. Cool. My best friend is mute." I smiled and he returned it. A car came up and I immediately knew it was Karla's.
Derek looked at the car as it stop where we were standing, I began to walk away before she could see me, thankfully she didn't see me, she was to busy talking to Derek. I kept walking until I couldn't see them anymore. I saw my house and walked over. My mom was sitting on the rocking chair outside. I waved at her and she smiled at me. "Hi sweetie. How was school today?" She asked. "Was it good?" She said/asked. I smiled and nodded. She got the key and unlocked the door and we went inside.
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Hello, Wattpaders! This is my first story on wattpad, so no hate please? Sorry if it's lame.
Ps. My sister, EmoPeasant, made the cover.
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Teen FictionGrace's "best friend" told people she cut her arms, She got bullied even more. After two years of this torment and abuse she cut even more. There is one boy, new kid, she thought he was going to bully her too, every new kid that ever came to that sc...