Surrounded by kids screaming and yelling, on the cold hard concrete floor, in front of the garbage bin, behind the school, close to the parking lot. Waiting for mum or pops to pick me up. They probably have forgotten about me once again. i stay curled up tight, closing my eyes trying not to feels the pain from every-kick. my knees protecting my stomach, my face in my chest.
why me? what have i done to receive this? someone pulls back my hair, i scream in agony. something wet touches my face, like a big massive drop of rain.
"kick her face" someone shouts.
"ewwww is she crying? ah ha cry baby cry baby" i receive another kick to my shoulder.
"where is your mummy? you want your mum? WORM,SCUM BAG!!" a girl shouts.
i feel a hard kick to my back. i just want to be left alone. i just want to be left alone.
why do they hate me? i never asked to be born it was not my request. so why?
i can feel myself slowly feeling weak, i smile. the pain, i feel nothing, i feel myself slipping away, a bright light appears, so bright i'm blinded by it, i cant seem to open my eyes
am i saved? have they all gone?a teacher probably came back or something.
i feel weightless, i seem to be coming closer to the bright light.
Has God finally saved me? am i finally in heaven?
i turn my head all around me is white bright, bright white.
am i free?
i open my mouth, nothing comes out, not a sound. i look down.
where are my feet, my hands, my body? has it all disappeared??
confused and shocked, i start to feel an uncomfortable feeling. i cant breathe properly.
why do i feel overwhelming hot? have i reached hell?? but i have done nothing wrong. i was the one people hated on, they should be the one going to hell not me. i have done nothing wrong.
"Get me some ice cubes NOW! we need to cool down her temperature. someone hold her down, make her stop moving!"
"what is happening to my baby?"
"can you please let us do our jobs, i will answer your questions after."
"can someone please take this person out of here, we need to take this young girl to the ICU, ASAP! her lungs are collapsing!"
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This was then, this is now.
Roman pour AdolescentsThis story is about the obstacles that we come across when we are going through recovery. the bad days , those years has gone by but it still plays in our minds. we still get nightmares and flashbacks of those days. This story is about how a young...
