Cuts&Bruises #Wattys2015

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The moonlit sky had fallen deeply in love with the stars, as they caressed the nights moon. Alex had been watching outside, and wished until her hearts content, for there to peace in her home. Alex then had climbed on to her bed, and tried to sleep until dinner,

"Get your ass over here," A man spat, frightening Alex. She then turned, seeing it was her father. Alex got out of her bed, stalling so she wouldn't have to face him. The man grabbed Alex by the wrist, tugged her over, and gave her a threatening look. He then lead her to the dining table, where she saw two plates. One for her mother, and father. But no, Alex knew they weren't here for eating. Today was the day Alex got her test for Math class back, and her parents had to sign it. The bad thing was, Alex got a C-.. Which would be a big deal for successful parents, even worse if your parents are abusive.

Alex sat down on a chair, since she was told to by her mother in a disgusting way. Her father then tied her hands behind the chair, sighing heavily, and muttering some harsh words in to her ear. Alex knew what was bound to happen, what was the big deal for getting a C-? Alex thought, I could just try harder next time.. But then again, she never really paid good attention in math class, neither did she want to hear Mr.Feritz rant over the algebraic expression. Alex screamed when she noticed that a match was lit, and slowly went across her skin. But since there was two people abusing her, her mother decided It'd be 'Just perfect!' to stab into her legs and arms. Alex started to squirm, squeal, and scream, but the more she did either of those things, she knew, the more painful. So, instead, Alex just closed her eyes, and cried.

Alex woke up with her body as stiff as a rock. She had felt a cold, unbelievable pain, and had found some new markings all over her body, she felt as her mother untied her from the chair. Alex coughed up some blood as the slow process began. As soon as it was over, Alex was almost in her room, she tripped.

      "Get dressed, or maybe tonight will be even worse." Her mom jeered, Alex had quickly gotten up, and ran to her bedroom. Her body ached with every move she made, but with as much effort, she got dressed into some new clothes to make it look like she was just a normal kid. She had grasped onto her backpack, and left the house.

      Everybody had stared at Alex, she was 2 hours late this time, when she's usually 1 hour late. It just so happened that Devin, a boy in her class, had also returned very late, so the rumors started to spread like crazy. Taking a seat in her desk, just as the bell rang. She sighed. Listening as her classmates started to casually spread the rumors to the other classes like it was no big deal.

      "Looks like fatso became desperate!" Being at home was enough, but know at school? That was utter hell. Alex let the words sync into her mind, as she felt a pool of boiling tears fall down her cheeks onto the floor. "Cry baby! Cry baby!" She heard everyone laugh, scream, giggle. People started to pull her hair, and put kick-me signs on her back. It may be ametur, but it hurt like a broken heart. It's amazing for what can happen under a minute, Alex thought, quickly heading outside to eat.

      Mrs.Genoloh sat in the corner part of the cafe, sipping her tea while rambling her fingers onto her keyboard. Ching! Ching! The greetings bells rang, startling Mrs.G. She saw that it was only Alex, but something was different.

     "Alex, come over here.." Alex bit her tongue, scared of what her teacher might tell her. She stalled over to Mrs.G, "What's up?" She asked, "Don't 'What's up?'  me. Tell me whats wrong." Mrs.G scolded Alex. "I'm gay!" Alex came up with an excuse. Mrs.G looked up at Alex in suprise.

H O U R S L A T E R

      Alex headed home and sighed. "Why so late?" Her mom asked. "My teacher was speaking to me." "Did you use the gay excuse?--" "Yes." Alex looked down at her feet. "No beatings today." She smiled and ran to her room and fell asleep. It was a beautiful word for Alex.