All Alone

6

Taylor's stepdad gives me a lift home at quarter past nine.

"Thanks," I say shutting the car door behind me. "No problem," Rob says. "Bye Kim!" Taylor says. "Bye Tay," I say.

I open the apartment door and walk in. Dad comes into the living room in a rage.

He slaps me twice across my face. I begin to cry and he pins me against the wall. He's drunk but he's still very strong.

"Where were you?!" He slurs.

I scream and he covers my mouth.

"Where were you?!" he slurs this time shouting to the top of his lungs.

He moves his hands and I cry louder.

He slaps me again this time harder and I feel my lip beginning to bleed.

"A friends' house," I blubber. "Don't tell me any crap your a loser you haven't got any friends!" He shouts spraying me with spit.

"I do it's a new girl called Taylor," I say still crying.

He pulls me off the wall and slaps my other cheek then pushes me to the floor.

"Don't lie to me!" he says. "Get up!" he shouts.

I pull myself up bruised and bleeding.

He grabs my hand and carries me to the bathroom.

"Wash your face. I don't want to see a mark," he says.

I begin scrubbing my face extra hard.

He tells me to put alcohol on my lip which stings badly and if anyone asks I fell over and hit my mouth into the ground.

I cry myself to sleep hating dad with a passion. He was never like this when mom was around. He was loving, caring and a great dad.

I get up the next morning and dad isn't home.

I get ready and get on the bus. Taylor's in my favourite seat.

"Hi! What happened to your lip?" Taylor says.

"Fell," I lie.

"Ouch," she says.

She goes back to her book.

"You like Greek mythology? " I ask surprised.

"I love it! It's so adventurous and interesting," Taylor says.

We get off the bus and go to class.

I have English while Taylor has Bio.

I ask for an excuse to the bathroom during English. When I enter two stalls are engaged and I go into the third.

I'm just about to come out the stall when I hear. "Have you seen cow-face today? She especially ugly."

Lisa.

"Yeah that girl is so lower-class."

Jessica.

I walk out and that's my mistake.

"Oopsie cow-face," Lisa says smiling wickedly.

Jessica puts on a layer of lipstick then looks at me.

"You're so pale. Are you a vampire? Do you even have blood? Your face is hideous with those giant pimples and oily skin. Do you want to be pretty like Taylor?" Jessica says.

I begin to cry.

"Oh dear boo hoo," Lisa says laughing.

"She's even uglier when she cries," Jessica says. "We'll make you pretty though," Jessica continues taking out Concealer lip gloss and blush.

Lisa and Jessica begin lathering my face with make up doing it poorly.

"Ugh her pathetic tears are ruining our art," Lisa says.

"Ungrateful cow-faced pig," Jessica says.

They walk off laughing.

I wash off the make up but the pain from it is unwashable.

I don't talk for the rest if the day and Taylor demands to know what's going on.

"Bye," I whisper as I get to my stop.

I go into the bathroom and find a blade.

Dad's words of being a loser replays. Jessica and Lisa's insults replay. Everything Jessica and her crew have done replay also.

I slit my wrist and watch as the blood slowly leaves my body.

Suddenly I realise that there's other ways to solve these problems.

I grab my phone and call Taylor frantically. My head feeling dizzy.

"Hello?" I hear. "Hi Taylor I made a horrible mistake help me," I say angry at myself. "What's going on?" She says. "Suicide," Is all I manage to mumble before collapsing to the floor.

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Not a wise choice Kimberly.
Has Kimberly crossed the fine line between life and death?

Read on.