Minutes later my parents are home and I lead Maya to escape. I wipe all tears and steal some of my moms make up to take away the redness. I sit quietly looking out the window. Thinking of what Maya said. She's right. I don't believe in anything, I don't forgive and I don't forget. My homework is a math worksheet and from my great father, we have to read a chapter from our books. And just because Maya is my friend now, I still find it hard to tell her things I want to say, but I just can't. I want to tell her about my parents, my brother, everything. But I just can't trust. Not yet. Corey comes in and starts yelling "WHAT WAS THAT IN CLASS?" He says I hide in my hands
"I didn't do any-" he cuts me off and moves my hands away
"YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! THAT NEW GIRL THE WHOLE CLASS!" I started to cry he hits me and I Cry even more. I look out the door and I see Auggie. He runs away.
"All I did was help her with class" I whispered
"OH IS THAT IT? AFTER YOU INTERRUPTED MY CLASS?" I shut up. I knew if I spoke back I'd be hurt even more. Now he had wrist and pulled me up
"this is why you have no friends." Corey says holding me close so I can hear, I don't want to id rather run out the window.
"All you do is ruin everything." He says and drops me to the floor. I cry and my wrist hurts like hell. It burns. I look at it and see red. My eyes are blurry I look closely and see droplets. Blood. My wrist is bleeding. The cuts. I don't dare cut this is even hurt. I get up with all my strength. I look in the mirror and I look like a wreck. Im disheveled. My hair is a mess I'm red and bruised. I glance over and see scissors. I don't cut my wrist. Instead, I cut my hair. Anger fills me and I cut off almost half my hair. It looks chopped off but it makes me feel better somehow. I hear Topanga yell but I can't make out the words. I don't want to either. I take shower and paint over my cuts. I decide I have to do something. 9 years. 9 years I've been abused and 9 years I've been depressed. I need to talk with Maya. I have no phone. It will have to wait for tomorrow. But all I know is wherever I go Auggie goes. He doesn't deserve anything he's a sweet kid and he's only 5. My brown hair has hints of red but I don't care. I lay down with my chopped off hair and think. I have a friend. Finally. And tomorrow I will be free.
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Suicidal
Teen Fiction{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...
