The Bullied Girl

Just Another Day

Ashley Pov

I walk down the corridor being shoved and tripped multiple times as I make my way to Maths, my body is covered in bruises but I hide them with jeans & long sleeved shirts, sometimes I even have to wear a scarf. I trudge into the classroom an sit down only to have a text book thrown at my head, everyone laughs as I rub the side of my head, my eyes filling up with tears.

I blink them back an with a trembling hand I pulled out my book, I did my work until my main bully Christina Jackson decided to talk shit "hey freak, if I was you I'd have killed myself by now" She says amused, laughter filled my head as I felt like screaming, more insults are thrown and I could no longer bare it, I grab my things and walk out.

I ran into the girls bathroom an into a stall, I lock it and sit on the closed toilet as tears stream down my cheeks and onto my lap, I sniffle pulling my phone out and ringing my brother

'Hello?' He answers

"Hi David" I said trying to keep a straight voice

'Ashley?, I was legit just talking about you to my mate, how have you been?' He asks cheerfully

"I'm fine, how are you?" I said wiping my cheeks with my sleeve

'Great!, I have good news, I'm coming down to visit next week, my mate Luke is coming as well' He says sounding so happy, I miss him, he's the only one who cares

"That's awesome, I have to go I'm late to my next class" I said softly

'Ok, talk to you later sis, love you' He says and hung up "love you too" I murmur sighing as I shove my phone into my pocket. I splash water on my face before I left the bathroom and instead of going to English I went to see the school counsellor Sheila who's like a Mum to me, she doesn't know about my family, she just knows how everyone at school hates me, they even signed a petition.

The day was slow and tortuous but I survived I guess, I got home an entered another hell, Dad was pissed and Mum was high off her head. Jessica wasn't home but then again she rarely is. I go to my room an did my homework, I have a shower and change into sweatpants & a tank top, scars & bruises covered my arms, I sometimes self harm but just to make sure I'm still alive.

I lay on my bed an pull my phone, I log on to Facebook and regretted it, I'm glad David doesn't have Facebook because he would go off his head about all of this. I read through statuses and messages, all negative and all made me feel even worse than I did earlier, I haven't been truly happy since... well ever.

I go down stairs an make a sandwich, I ate it while still in the kitchen and walk towards the stairs only to have Dad roughly grab my hair pulling me back and I was punched repeatedly until he passed out in his own vomit. I go up stairs an to the bathroom, I clean blood from my face and went to bed feeling my entire body ache.