Alone

Bullied

I walked into the school through the old rusty doors that had been there for over 10 years.

I looked at the floor as I made my way to my dark red locker. When I approached my locker, there it was, in big bold letters written across my locker was the word B***h.

I gasped in horror, why would someone write that on my locker. I just stared at it. Fighting back my tears.

"Oh look it's the poor helpless b***h!" I turned around to see a group of girls that I didn't even know. They were laughing and pointing at me.

"She's hideous!" another said, referring to my outfit.

"Ugly!"

"Fat!"

"Slut!"

All of those words struck me like arrows when you're hunting a deer, but I tried my best to ignore it.

The bell rang and the halls cleared quickly with students trying to get to class. As for me I went into the bathroom and locked myself in one of the bathroom stalls.

Class ended and I decided to go back to my locker.

As I walked this muscular boy rammed into me from the side. He laughed at me "Watch where you're going "slut-face!" he said.

I cried. Why does everyone hate me! What did I do to deserve any of this!

I tried calming myself down just a little but that only made things worse.

The group of girls from before, stuffed me in my locker. I was stuck. Stuck for good. No one would ever find me. I could finally just die. Its not like anyone would miss me.

A few hours passed and I still stood in the same place hoping someone would come and help me, but as always, already I knew nobody would come.

I picked the lock on my locker with a spare paperclip I found in my bag. Suddenly the metal door swung open and I fell out onto the cold ground.

The bell rang and the halls flooded with people. I and walked to the bathroom.

I wasn't surprised but there were purple and red bruises all over my arms. I cringed at the sight of them on my pail bony arms.

I had to admit that I did look pretty ugly. "Out of my way fagot!' A girl with red hair said pushing me.

My head slammed against the floor. I gasped and tried to bite my tears back. But I failed. Tears pooled out of my eyes.

I-I couldn't take it for very much longer, all this hurt, all this pain. It just made me sick to my stomach.

I locked myself in the bathroom stall and began to barf. Every inch of my body ached so bad.

Oh no, here it came like thick sap. I started throwing up blood. A lot of blood.

Dizzy. Everything spinning a million miles per hour. It seemed that my head was going to unscrew itself. I-I'm gonna pass out.

Black. My favorite color. All I saw was black. All around me. Black.

I could hear voices whispering to me.

"Fat"

"Whore"

"B***h"

All these words in my head haunt me, Before bed, in the shower, even when im sleeping. I just want them to go away.

I woke up in a hospital bed. An IV was in my right arm and there was a nurse whispering to somebody on the other side of the room.

The nurse noticed I was awake, and walked over. "How ya feeling?" she asked a smile across her face.

I didn't answer her question. "Hon are you alright?" she asked a bit more serious.

"I-I don't-t k-k-know-w" I said quietly. Her smile had completely been wiped off her face. She moved closer and i knew she was gonna do it. She was gonna hit me.

"NO! Don't hurt me!" I screamed. Her eyes widened at my sudden fear.

"I would never!" she said. I didn't believe her. That's what they said when I was adopted. We wont hurt you they said.

I turned away and stared out the window. The other person in the room approached me. He was a tall, young man in a suit and tie. He was wearing glasses and his blond hair was slicked back.

"Hello Paris." he said in a chocolate smooth voice. "I'm Mr Hail, I'm a therapist here. I've heard that you've been having a tough time, with bullying. And I was wondering if I could help you. Maybe talk about it."

Thats what they said. We're not gonna hurt you. Well they lied. I don't know whether he's telling the truth or not.

He gave me a bright smile. For the first time in my entire life I actually felt happy.

I looked away and said "I-I d-dont trust y-you." I waited for a beating but it never came.

"I knew you would say that, but Paris listen to me! I will never tell anyone what you tell me." he said turning away to leave.

"W-wait." I said quietly.

He turned back to me still smileing.

"S-stay. Please!" I said.

"Ok" he said, Sitting in a chair not far from the bed.

I smiled, but soon that smile would disappear. Eventually.