Once Again [One-Shot]

WARNING: SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, RAPE & FOUL LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Inspired by: To This Day by Shane Koyczan

I hope you guys will be open-minded on the subject of this matter. There are homosexual issues, suicidal tendencies, and bullying. I hope that even if I did not capture the whole subject, please be aware that there are people who suffers the same as the people in this story. They all need a voice. That could be yours.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. However, if you see yourself in the persona of the character, always remember: you are beautiful, whether you be a guy, a girl, lesbian or gay, bisexual or transgender. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

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I wasn't anything special.

I was always invisible. People never seem to care whether I was there or not. The teachers don't care whether I was absent or not. Sometimes they would even mark me absent when I clearly was there.

I couldn't blame them though, at least not with my condition. I am every bit of a problem child as they say.

My parents died in a car accident, I was an only child. The driver who bumped into us was drunk on the road and it was night time. Our car swerved off the highway and crashed into the fence, destroying it and making us fall into the ravine down the cliff we were on.

I was the only one to survive. But I didn't go unscratched. Months later, I was adopted by people who knew my parents as classmates. We didn't have any relatives. That was when it started getting worse.

We discovered that a large part of my legs had cracks due to the accident. And because I was always running in track and field, they gave in and the bone completely snapped in half. They still couldn't find a way to glue it back in so I was left as a handicapped. I would ride a wheelchair to school and people would notice me even more. Instead of giving me sympathy, all they did was whisper negatively.

What's even worse, when my adopted parents found out, they expressed their regret for adopting me by abusing me. It became worse when my adopted mother died. I was with her and I couldn't save her because of my inability to walk. So she got hit by the bullet from the gun of the shoplifter.

My adopted dad started to drink a lot. He was always drunk whenever I come home from school. He would chain smoke around me, resulting in me having very weak lungs. He would sometimes throw a bottle of alcohol on my head whenever he receives the report cards from my school. Or at night he would bring his friends to drink and they would rape me in my sleep.

I knew it because I always feel sore in the morning. I had gotten pregnant several times and several times my adopted dad would make me abort the child. Whenever I get sick, he would not even give me a second glance; even if they get worse, he would not show a sign of wanting to send me to the hospital.

I wanted to escape. Several times I wanted to kill myself. If only I had the money to buy a blade, I would end my life right then and there.

In school, kids would bully me, if they weren't ignoring me like I'm just thin air. They would quench their satisfaction of being in control by hitting me all over my body. I've had scars everywhere. I would come home with a bleeding wound everyday.

When I reached high school, the bullying got worse. The boys would even rape me in public places and people would watch me. I wanted to drown in humiliation, to be eaten by the ground, to be zapped by lightning.

The girls would cut my hair and dip my face into the toilet seat. They would slap me and slap me and slap me and slap me.

Until they were satisfied.