Tyrant

I was scared.

The threat was real, very real, but this wasn't the first time I'd been in danger.

Her bleached blonde hair flowing in the wind as she and her friends walked towards me and my small group of friends. I knew what was about to happen. Jeorga the tall, aggressive tyrant. She preyed on the weaker students, abusing her unusual strength for a female with aggression. She built up her ego on the mentally shattered remains of her victims.

No-one standing up to her truculent tactics as she savaged with apparent immunity.

"Ella, you four-eyed freak" she called. "It's your turn."The four girls swirled around me isolating me and my group from each other. "Leave me alone, I didn't do anything wrong" I cried. "Poor Ella afraid?" Jeorga snorted "I didn't do anything wrong! Why are you doing this" I backed up to a cold brick wall as they moved closer.

"Because you're worthless. You're a waste of space. You. Are. nothing." The words you are nothing kept repeating in my head. The bell rang ending lunch. Saved by the bell the teachers came out and started heading to their classes. "See you after school Ella Worthless" She sure did love my last name. My name is Ella Worth. To think all of this started by someone telling her a lie. But that story is for another time.

As soon as school finished I ran home trying to avoid Jeorga and her copy cat friends. I made it in time. I know that avoiding her today will just bring more trouble for myself tomorrow. My body just can't handle the abuse every day.

I lay on my bed and recount the day in my head. I heard my phone go off with a ding letting me know that I had received a message. Shouldn't have run off Worthless. Bring on tomorrow. Prepare yourself. My phone went off countless times sending through hateful messages.

You're so worthless
Kill yourself already
Waste of space you are

I turned off my phone to stop the hatred but the messages kept replaying in my head. Like a photographic memory, word for word, the hate replayed. I kept thinking how much easier it would be if I just gave up. If I gave in to their hateful messages and just left the world.

I buried my head into my pillow. Soaking it with tears. The front door opened and closed with a bang like it does every day. Dad's home. I hear the sound of him yelling at my mother. My mum is a sweet lady, very kind. My dad doesn't deserve her. She deserves someone who gives her mutual love and respect. I hear the sound of my mother being beaten. Just like every day. "ELLA GET OUT HERE" My father yelled. I quickly obeyed his order in fear of what will happen if I don't. I prepared myself for his forceful beating.

The shooting pain erupted my body as his fist collided with my ribs and stomach repeatedly. The abuse stopped after at least 5 minutes. I ran to my room in fear of the man who is meant to protect me from the world.

I lifted up my sleeve revealing old scars and new self made markings that take away the pain from my heart. I added more to my skin. Fist the blood trickled with beads of blood however with more markings make the more blood that poured. The deeper the razor went in the more blood that rushed out. I've been keeping how I feel to myself for quite some time now. I feel alone. I feel in pain constantly.

I just can't do this anymore. Nobody deserves this. I just can't do it anymore. Nor can my broken body. The daily beatings from my own father. The man who is meant to love me. The man who is meant to protect me from harm... not cause it. I grabbed a pen and note book. I wrote the letter that says goodbye to the only person that actually cared for my existence.

I'm sorry mum, I am. But I can't do this anymore. I love you stay strong but the beatings are just too much for me. I'm sad all the time. I feel alone. I'm sorry to do this to you. Do you know what it's like? Do you ever feel so sad that your chest pains? Your hearts beating but you just don't feel anything. You just feel so empty. Like your nothing. Like you're just air. Do you feel like it could all be okay if you could just sleep forever? Well that's how I feel. I'm sorry to do this. I love you.

And with that I swallow the pills in my hands and fall into a sleep like death. Like sleeping beauty. However this isn't a happily ending fairytale. My prince will never come to save me.