Mending|a.i

Chapter 1: A Piece Of Cake

Monday, October 4, 2015

High School. It was easy to anyone with a brain and a hot body. Or just a hot body. If you were barely holding on with your grades and was the exact replica of a monkey, you were screwed. There were very few of those kids at my school. Three out of ten were those. But they weren't just called those kids they were called many names: slut, whore, bitch, fat ass, ugly, dumbass, and etcetera. If you're lucky, you'll only get teased by a few people, but let me remind you, this is not teasing. This is a full blown bullying. Not just what they do in the movies, worse. If you got called a slut a few times, you were considered lucky. Because we get a hell of a lot worse. I'm a Senior in High School. My grades are honor roll and are hanging on, but my looks are not my favorite. Many people think I'm beautiful, but over the years of being neglected by one child, I'm a hideous freak. Nobody will ask me out because he spreads rumors about me. It sucks. He is named Ashton Irwin. The most perfect guy ever. Perfect teeth, hair, body, face, grades, everything. Except, kindness. Sometimes he forgets it is free.

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I walk down the halls quickly, I pulled the black hoodie over my head again. I quickly glanced at my schedule to the doors numbers near by. I need to find my homeroom. I'm so busy looking for the room to get away from Ashton, I run right into him."Watch where your going, whore." He said. I bit my lip and nodded and tried to go around. "I swear, you get wimpier every year." He said in a dark whisper. I bit my lip more, trying to hold back the tears. Keep your eyes open. Don't look down. Stay straight. Don't cry. I replayed the rules over and over again in my head. I looked at him in the eyes. I saw nothing in his eyes. He was full of different emotions, but I couldn't make them out. "Have you got a boyfriend yet?" He asked me. I shook my head. He laughed coldly."I swear, sometimes, I think you watch lesbian porn." He said. I almost wanted to puke. Why would I watch porn at all? The bell rang and everyone started filing into class. The halls were empty so it was just me and Ashton. "Listen hear, fat ass, just because it's the last year of High School. Doesn't mean I'm cutting you any slack. I wish you would just leave, then I'd be at peace. Speaking of that, why haven't you killed yourself yet?" It felt like a bulldozer just hit me in the stomach. He'd said mean things, but he'd never said that before. "So, you better keep your cool. Or you will wish I had killed you in the past." He spat. I already do. Those words echoed through my mind and the tears were about to form. The late bell rung and Ashton smirked at me. "See you around." He said. He walked down the hallway out of sight. I stood there in the hallway staring at the ground. After a minute I walked down the hallway to Homeroom. I opened the door and looked inside. Everyone turned toward me as I shuffled to my seat. Luckily, they were only in the "T" of the last names. As I waited for my name I stared at the blue, stained carpet. Why does he even hate me? Why does he try to ruin my life like that? What did I even do to him?"Maisie Woolf." Ms.Coraline said, finally. I raised my hand."Here." I whispered quietly. She nodded and wrote a check next to my name. "Alright, we have about twenty minutes left until Homeroom is over, so, let's go through everyone. You each say one thing about you." Ms.Caroline said cheerfully. She went through everyone by last name. At last it came to me."One word about Maisie Woolf." She said smiling. Broken... I opened my mouth, but was interrupted."Ugly." Someone said. That someone was no one other than Ashton. I looked at the table and then looked up at the teacher. "Happy." I lied, plastering a small fake smile on my face. She smiled and nodded. She started talking about ideas to make the school better. I looked over at Ashton and saw him glaring at me. Then he mouthed the words 'You're an ugly piece of shit'. I looked down at the carpet again. I believe every word he said.

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I walked down the hallway at the end of school. "Hey slut, going to the cove, heard they have some lovely storm coming with heavy, deadly waves!" Ashton yelled down the hallway to me. I bit my lip trying not to let the tears fall. I was so done with this. I started walking home. It was quiet except for the birds chirping and the dogs barking at me as I walked by. I trudged down the sidewalk to get home. The clouds overhead made the air sticky and humid. I felt a few drops of rain land on me. It got faster and faster, until it started to pour. I closed my eyes and felt the rain pour down my face. Slut. The words echoed through my brain. Bitch. Whore. They were wrong, I was none of those things. Ugly. Fat ass. They were right, I'm all of those things. I felt hot tears squeeze out of my eyes. I started to sob. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. I felt the rain drops roll down my back, sending chills up my spine. I felt the tears roll down my chin and drip off with the rest of the rain, only to be left in a puddle on the side of the road. The tears kept streaming down my face. My tears came faster than the rain. Each tear was for the names they called me. The countless scars. The numerous meals I missed or regurgitated. I was a mess. But the question Ashton asked me kept flying through my head. Why haven't you killed yourself yet? I shake my head. Maybe so my dad is okay. So he doesn't have to be alone. Mom already left, if I left too, I'd never forgive myself. Why haven't I killed myself yet? Because I don't want anyone to go trough any of the pain I've gone through. Because most of them think life is a piece of cake. More likely, it's a piece of shit to anyone with an Ashton Irwin.