Lost girl

Why? *1*

I sat in a green field overflowing with flowers of all colors, whilst a single tree stood all alone in the distance. "Naomi!" A voice rang out. I jumped to my feet at the sudden noise, and looked around. There was no one anywhere."Naomi!" It said again. I walked forwards, looking around then I saw him. He was in the tree, hanging down from a branch. I ran fast to the tree. "Who are you?" I demanded. There was no response. That's it. I'm coming up. I thought to myself. I rolled up my sleeves and starting climbing the tree. The bark was rough and the leafs scratched at my face but I kept going. He was sitting on the top branch with his back towards me. As I got close I noticed he slightly checked behind him and then looked forward again. His hand position changed, as if he was getting ready to flee. My muscles were burning but I was so close. I climbed up one more branch, as quietly as I could and then I grabbed on to a strong branch. I was reaching towards him and I was just about to grab him when a shrill voice screamed out. "Wake up!!!!"..................

I woke up to my "mother" screaming at me to wake up. "I'm up, I'm up!" I said to silence her voice. She smacked me upside my head and walked out without a sound. I sat up and rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked at the clock. 4:00 am!!! I ran over to the window to see and sure enough it was dark outside. I groaned and walked to my dresser, pulled out a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt. Sitting on my bed I took off the sport shorts that I had slept in leaving the long t-shirt covering from my mid-thigh up. I was facing my bed when I heard the door open and shut. I turned around and froze. It was my brother. He was 18, only 4 years older than me and he was quite handsome. He was a large muscly guy with slightly tanned skin, and brown eyes with short brown hair. Most girls would stare at him, hoping he would notice them but for me when ever I saw him my breath would catch and I would look away, he would always notice me.
"Get out." I said in a weak voice. This made him laugh and take a step closer.
"I think I'll do what I want, after all you owe me. I didn't come in last night."
That was true. Abusiveness runs through my family. I guess since I was born last I was the abused one. My mother would just yell at me and hit me. My brother sexually abused me. He would come in at midnight and would take advantage of me seeing as I be half asleep. He was waking towards me when he stopped about 2 feet away. He was looking at me and his eyes stopped where my shirt did. He smirked. My eyes widened with fear as I gripped at the bottom of it frantically looking for my shorts. Crud. I had thrown them across the room. He kept walking towards me and I backed up forgetting my bed was behind me. I fell back on to it shrieking as I saw him hovering above me. I wanted to move but I was petrified with fear. He slowly started to lay down on top of me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, slowly moving them down. They were at my lower back. He wasn't stopping. I squirmed underneath him trying to get him off when my instincts kicked in. I brought my knee up to his behind and his face twisted in pain as he fell down off me and my bed. I sat up shocked. What had I done! He was gonna kill me, or my mom was! Tears started building up as he stood back up. He stared directly at my face for what seemed like forever, then slowly turned around and walked towards my door. I was relived but confused. He wasn't one to forgive or forget. I stood up and suddenly he turned around and lunged at me. I screamed as he grabbed my hair and slammed me against the wall. He had grabbed my hands and held them together, he was still holding my hair and he was inches away from my face. It made me uncomfortable being so close to him so I squirmed but he just yanked on my hair making me yelp from pain.
"Nobody," he whispered. "Nobody gets the better of me, nobody beats me. Ever." I was crying now and the visible tears running down my face made his lips curl into a cruel smile. Before I could notice he had let go of my hair and my hands, then I felt a sharp pain on the side of my face as I fell to the floor. I was crying out loud because it hurts so much. It felt like my face was one fire. I reached up and touched the side of my face and felt a warm liquid. Blood. That was the first time he had ever hit me. I heard him laughing at the sight of me curled into a sobbing, ball. I heard footsteps followed by a door opening then closing. I calmed down knowing that he was gone and that he wouldn't come back today. I shakily stood up and walked over to my mirror. Most people would say I was pretty if it wasn't for the bruises, blood and tears stains that always seemed to cover my face. My bleach blond hair came to just above my waist and was straight, I don't know where my eyes came from because my parents eyes were brown where as mine are a dark navy blue that was just barely light enough so that they wouldn't seem black. Inspecting my hair I noticed that there was blood going down my hair and decided to get a shower. I gathered my clothes that I had chosen to wear and crept over to my door. I cracked it open and peeked out to see if my brother, or mother was nearby. I relaxed when I couldn't see them. I opened the door fully, closing it behind me, and made my way to the bathroom that was just across the hall. I walked over to the door and was reaching out to open it up when it opened. My mother was standing there. She had fiery red hair, and brown eyes. She would also be pretty if her face wasn't always pinched into a sour twist. She stared at me and stood still as she inspected me up and down. She laughed a cruel laugh when her eyes reached my face. She had seen where he hit me and she was happy. She walked right in front of my and then slapped me across the face. I gasped as pain shot through my face. The fiery feeling had returned to my face, as I brushed by her, my head down, into the bathroom so she wouldn't see the tears building up and mock me even more. Once I had shut, and locked the door I turned the shower on and got in. Sometimes I just feel like there's no one out there that would even like me, like I'm worthless, a life that has no meaning other than to get beat up by my family. The pain sometimes is so strong that I want to die, but I told myself no. I said I would not, kill myself, or cut, or starve. But sometimes it's tempting. I looked at the shower shelves full of everything my family used and saw a razor. It had and blade, a sharp blade at that. I reached out towards it slowly and grabbed, yanking my arm back to my chest as if somebody is watching me. I extend my arm and I am about to place the razor on it when I throw the razor out of the shower. No, I promised myself I wouldn't do that. I finished washing up making sure that I got the blood our of my hair, then got out and dried myself. After I had put on my clothes I opened a drawer on the bathroom counter and pulled out concealer,a blending sponge, and mascara. Looking in the mirror I saw a large bruise forming on the side of my forehead. I put concealer over it, so no one would see it, and then blended it and applied mascara. I was brushing through my hair when there was a bang on the door.
"Open up!!" My brother yelled.
"I coming." I somehow managed to squeak out. I rushed over to the the door and opened it up.
"Get out, now." He demanded. I hurriedly walked out of the way and back into my room. There I got my backup, and my iPhone. I had been given an iPhone 5 years ago. I don't know why, but they just did. It was old and cracked but , hey it was a phone. The time read 5:00am. Time to leave. I pulled on my shoes and walked downstairs, and out the door. I breathed in the fresh air and began walking the 20 minute walk to school. I could've waited another 30 minutes for the bus, but my mother decided that the bus was too good for me, and made me walk anywhere I needed to go. My life was horrible, but that was just at home. Somehow I just knew today would a bad day.

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Later that day in school I was heading to my 7th period class. I went in and the only seat left was right next to the schools jerks. Which were all boys. I groaned under my breath. There were joking around and reading each other and then I walked over and sat down, then suddenly shut up. Then they starting laugh and pointing at me. I rubbed my forehead and rolled my eyes.
"Where you get that?" One of the asked me.
"What?"I asked confused.
"The bruise, quite a big one if a do say so myself!"he responded. I panicked. They could see it! Were they pulling my leg? I could feel tears building up and I raised my hand.
"Yes, Naomi?" The teacher said.
"Can I use the restroom?"
"Yes."
I ran out of the room and to the closet janitors closet. I opened it and threw myself into the dark light and cried. They would tell everybody, people would start asking questions, they would find out what happens at my house. My brother would kill me! No,no,no,no, this was bad really bad. I sat in that closet and cried my heart out for the rest of the school day. When the final bell rang I walked out of the closet and heading to the front doors. I pushed by a group of girls gossiping and heard them talking about me.
"Abused?"
"A mistake."
"Lousy."
"She so stupid, and such a-"
"B!tch!"
"Totally."
I kept walking and could feel my eyes burning from tears that wanted to fall from my eyes. I held them back and walked as fast as I could to get home. The minute I stepped inside my mother came up and shoved my down to the ground and kicked my in the side numerous times. She walked away and I lay there gasping for air. I tried to stand up but I winced and fell to the ground. She had kicked me hard. I don't think she broke anything but I think she almost broke my skin. I grabbed on to a chair and pulled my self up, clutching my ribs. I finally stood and walked over to the stairs. I had to practically drag my self up the stairs with my arms. I went to my room when I heard a car arrive. I ran over to the window and saw it was my brother. He looked up and I pulled away from the window and shut it so that he wouldn't see me. I went to the door and locked it shut. I did all of my homework and I was finished by 9:30 pm. I was starving but also scared that if I went downstairs that my mom would hit me. Luckily I had a small stash of crackers and water in my desk drawer. I grabbed a small bottle of water and three cracker packets. I ate that and then put on my pj's. My eyelids were getting heavy but my mind was a living buzzing with questions as I lay down, under the covers on my bed. Why did my mom hate me? Why did my brother seem to think I was a toy? Why did people think I was bad? Why did the world hate me? Why did I exist? Why was I put into a world that doesn't love me, let alone like? Why didn't somebody just take me out of it already? These were all questions I couldn't answer, but still the spin around in my head like a song on replay. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why??

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