I'm sitting on my bay window looking out all the happy kids out there don't know what it's like to be me. I don't want to throw a pity party, but just staring at them smiling and laughing. I haven't felt like that in years. And whenever I do smile, it's fake. Then there's a knock. A wave of fear strikes me that it's my mother, but then I turn and I see Maya's face. I'm freaked out that a girl from school is at my home someone I never told my number or address is at my home. I slowly open the window and she comes in.
"This place is amazing! Wow my room isn't half as big as this!"
I nod and say hi
"Hi!" She says and smiles. "I came because I was outside, and I saw you staring out here. I wanted to know you were ok." She says concerned
"How do you care about me? If anybody else from my school saw me they'd just walk away." I say and regret it
Her smile fades away and she sits on my bed.
"I'm worried because an innocent 13 year old girl who doesn't deserve to be abused or-" I cut her off
"How do you know I'm abused?" I ask realizing I just walked into that one.
She smiles smugly "that's why. Every time I see you there's a new bruise on you. The cuts on your wrist are from you but all of the other bruises around you... That's why you cover everything up." She says observantly. I just stare in awe that she knows this about me when I never told her anything.
"Why couldn't you talk to me about this?" She asks obviously hurt.
"I can't" I say through tears "I can't trust anyone"
"Why?" She says comforting me
"My friend-6th grade-She abandons me-my parents- everyone" I say crying she hugs me
"You can trust me Riley. I promise" she says now crying
"I will" I say, and I mean it to this time.
I put my head on her shoulder and continue to cry
Maya wipes her tears "Riley, just don't ever think you are worthless. Your not. Your body and your soul matter. When you hurt it, you hurt those who care about you. You have to believe" she says
"Believe in what?" I say crying
"Believe that God is watching you. Believe he cares" she says
I nod, and I wipe more tears.
"And any jerk that says you aren't beautiful is a creepy little loser who will end up working at a carwash while you model" She says through tears. I smile. And for the first time, in a long time, It's real.
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Suicidal
Novela Juvenil{lmao please don't read this. I wrote this when i was 11 so it's very bad.} Her parents started to abuse her at the age of 4. The only one that was ok her side was her brother. She never knew how to trust. Years later she starts to get bullied in sc...
