I woke up to my alarm ringing. I quickly turned it off and looked around. I was in my room. Safe. I hadn't gotten much sleep. All night long I kept waking up from the same dream. The dream that would've been okay if it had only been a dream, and not once a reality. I layed there in bed until I only had ten minutes to get to school. I quickly threw on a sweat shirt and yoga pants. I didn't care that it was still kinda warm out. I didn't want to show any skin. I felt dirty and vile. I kinda wished I was Muslim so I didn't even have to show my finger tips. And in some cases, I'd be dead for it. No longer living with the pain.
When I got to school I headed straight to the I.S.S room. I couldn't bare to hang out in the hall like usual. I didn't want to see anybody or do anything. Once first period started I asked to go to the bathroom. I really had to pee when I walked in the building but the fewer people I saw the better. While in there I looked in the mirror for the first time. I had a huge bruise on my forehead it was a deep dark blue and purple. I've gotten plenty bruises from fights with people, but none like this. I also had two black eyes as well. My face was white, drained of color. I hadn't eaten in a couple days so I guess that made sense, but still. I couldn't believe it. I've always been the girl with the perfect tanned, clear skin. I may have gotten some bruises now and then but I'd always looked pretty and vibrant and alive. Now I just kinda looked, well, dead. I looked like a walking corpse. The sad part was that that was just my face. My entire body was covered in bruises and my inner thighs still hurt. I couldn't believe it.
When I got back into the I.S.S room I called my boss. There was no way I could go to work anytime soon. As the phone kept ringing I realized she would be working right now. I hung up and texted her asking if I could take the week off. I sat there for a while hoping and praying she would allow me to with this short notice. I eventually got snapped out of my own little world of depression when the I.S.S teacher started talking to me. I didn't completely hear what she said at first.
"What? ", I said groggy.
"What happened to you Ms.Muzzy ?",she said in the nasty tone she always used with me. Today i got stuck with Mrs.Toress who always seemed to have a stick up her ass.
"Nothing", I whispered.
"Obviously something happened, go to the nurse."
"Whatever, you fucking bitch", I said just loud enough for her to hear.
As soon as I got into the hall I started to panic. What if they could tell? What if they called my parents? What if they called HIM?I started to walk out the door when Mrs.Toress screamed done the hallway, "And I called her so if you don't show up I'll find out." Shit. I walked down the hallway as slowly as I possibly could. This couldn't be happening.
"Hey",I said as I walked in the room.
"OH MY GOD SKYLER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? !"
"Nothing" I whispered.
"Don't you even dare try that one on me. Are your parents hitting you again? "
"No they haven't done that in forever, you know that. ",I said almost offended.
"Well than what happened? ?",she asked with such concern and care.
I wanted so badly to tell her. I couldn't though. I couldn't bring myself to tell her. All I could think about was how disgusting she would think I was. How disgusting I thought I was.
" I was fighting with my sister and fell down the stairs. You know how we get.", I said hoping I sounded convincing.
"Well, I have to call this in either way", she said with worry in her eyes. I know she was just trying to help, but that would only make it worse. She had been the one to call it in when my parent's used to beat the shit out of me too.
"Look please don't. I have a ton of shit going on and I'm of age so I'll end up going to jail for it."
"Alright, I won't this time, but next time I won't have a choice.
"Oh my God, thank you", I ran to give her a hug. She asked if I wanted an ice pack which I declined. I didn't deserve one. I walked back and sat down in my seat.
"Well?"
"Well what? "
"What did the nurse have to say?"
"None of your fucking business", Jesus the nosey cunt.
"That fowel mouth of yours isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Look lady I'm already in I.S.S and beaten up what more could happen?"
"Hump"
She went back to reading her magazine, finally. My boss finally texted me back saying she couldn't do that as we had a newbie who needed to be trained and that she was sorry. Ugh. Great. Now not only did I feel like going and dying in a whole I would have to train Adam today as well. Yay. I slept most of I.S.S.
