Everything About You ➳ l.p

1} Paper Skin

♡ Emily's POV ♡

'Just Die!'

'Why do you even live? You FREAK!'

'Fucking whore!'

Those are just a few of the hate notes I get everyday in my locker. I don't know what I did to deserve this. I didn't do anything to them.

"Look who it is girls! Emily the freak!" Mckenzie, the "cool" girl in school, said.

"Eww! Look at her black clothes! What are you emo?!" Said her friend Chloe.

"Just look at her! She's such a pathetic bitch. Not even worth wasting time with." Heather commented.

I stayed quiet... This is just part of my daily routine and the worst part is they haven't even gotten started yet...

"You're right Heather. Lets go girls." Mckenzie said and she pushed me causing my books to fall.

I quickly bent down to pick them up and when I stood back up she stuck a huge wad of gum in my hair. I opened my mouth in shock as she walked away laughing with her friends. I burst into tears as I pick up the rest of my books from their spot on the floor.

Why did they torture me? I didn't do anything to them and yet they terrorize me every day. I want to know why they hate me so much... Oh wait I know! Because I'm a freak!

I made the mistake of wearing short sleeves to school. She saw them. My scars... And I immediately get labeled a freak. I'm a freak because my parents hate me? I'm a freak because my boyfriend abuses me? I'm a freak because the only friend I have is known as the "weird girl"? But she's not weird. She likes One Direction. So what?! Last time I checked no one hated on anyone for liking Justin Beiber.

But yeah that basically sums up my life. My parents hate me. Everyone at school thinks I'm a freak. My boyfriend abuses me and I only have one friend...

I wish I could just please people. So that they wouldn't try to destroy me. So they wouldn't call me a freak. I don't want to be a victim of self harm. But I can't escape the shackles that keep me in the dark... I can't stop myself because they make me feel so horrible about being me. I feel like all I am is a shadow. The thing that everyone ignores but it's always there. Except in the dark. That's when I disappear. When Mckenzie terrorizes me I feel like I disappear to the people standing around me. That they're just watching a show. They find it amusing that the cool girl gets to make the freak feel worthless.

If only she could live a day in my life... She wouldn't survive... She doesn't know what it's like to be abused emotionally and physically. She doesn't know what it's like to be hated by the people who created you.

It hurts... It hurts when people call me a freak and they don't even know me. They automatically assume that when Mckenzie calls me a freak that I am one. A lot of people suffer from self harm. I'm pretty sure that not all of them get called freaks...

"Emily! Emily what happened?! You have gum in your hair!" Melissa asked.

"Did you really just ask that question?" I asked sarcastically as she rushed me to a bathroom.

"Emily I don't see how you can just stand there and let those monsters bully you!"

"If I don't say anything it passes by quicker..."

I roll up my sleeves so they don't get wet as we attempt to pry the sticky gum from my hair. It was to late when I realized I'd exposed my cuts.

"Emily... You can't keep doing this to yourself... You're only going to make it worse..." She says and finally frees the gum from my hair.