Bullied by them

Chapter 2: Thoughts

I sat on my bed and grabbed my diary from the night stand and took out a pen, bringing my legs to my chest but far enough so I could write. I sighed and opened to a blank page and began writing....

"It's been a week since the funeral. My dad hasn't made me go to school since then. I don't think I ever want to go back to that hell hole. The only person I can put up with is Brooklyn. The rest are ignorant assholes. I'm not really looking forward to being shoved against my locker, getting called harsh names. Which honestly sucked. Ive been getting bullied for a while now, all by the same guy, Luke. Even his name gives me goosebumps...But my pathetic ass can't stand up for myself. Who would blame me though. I mean, if your bully was a hot, muscular jock, you wouldn't have the guts either. I could hardly mutter a word to him... I guess I'm not good enough for anyone. I never will be. No matter where I go, people will always put me down. I guess I've gotten used to it. The only thing that's been right by my side, is the blades in the bathroom cupboard. Nobody really knows about them... I always cover my arms and fake a smile and move on with my life.. I mean I don't want any attention. Nobody would care anyways, I'm a nobody. I'm worthless. I just wish someone knew how I felt.... I don't wanna live anymore.... Don't worry mommy, I'll be there soon... I'll finally be out of this living hell... Out of my misery...."

I sighed and closed my book leaning back on my bed and closes my eyes, fighting back the tears and bites my lip. I open my eyes and glance over at the clock, reading it was 11:00pm. I put my diary back in the drawer at the bottom. Since it was fairly late, i got up and turned off my light and crawled under my blankets and face the bare wall, staring at it emotionless, and closes my eyes , trying to fall asleep. After about an hour of staring at the plain white wall, I slowly fell asleep..