To be skinny.

Broken bones

Kick. I let out a high pitched cry. Hit. Tears were rolling down my face. Stomp. I curled up into a little ball on the pavement. There was a group of kids over me, all of them kicking me and punching me, like a pack of wolves, tearing up their prey. I was the prey. Kick. I couldn't stand the pain. Hit. I wanted to get up and run away. Stomp. It was like a horrible melody, playing over, and over again. Painful. Sad. So much sorrow. Scratch. Stomp. I heard someone yelling. It sounded like an adult. No, I thought. It was just another one of the bullies. But suddenly, the pain stopped. The group of kids that were around me could be heard laughing and running away. "Tessa?" said the strange voice. "Tessa!" I heard the figure run towards me. It was painful to look up. "Tessa, can you hear me?" I managed to look out of the corner of my eye, just enough to see a tall thin figure hovering over me. I turned my face a bit to the side. The pavement was wet with something. It was shining in the sunlight, but my vision was blurry. Blood. I thought. I was face down, blood surrounding my head. "Tessa, please. I'm not going to hurt you." The thin figure moved, and I flinched. It had become a habit. "Who are you?" I managed to say. "It's me, Carrie." I didn't know who she was. I managed to turn over on my side. "I don't know you," I said. "I know," she said. She stretched out her hand, and reluctantly, I took it and she helped me get up. The group of kids hadn't harmed my legs, surprisingly, so I could walk. My vision had cleared up a bit. I could see her skin was golden, like sweet caramel, and her hair was long and straight, like a model's. "Are you okay?" She said. "I'm fine," I mumbled. I started to walk away. "Don't walk away from me, Tessa!" Her voice was suddenly strong, like my mother's when she was scolding me. I turned around slowly. She walked over to me, and helped me over to a bench. "Who were those kids?" She asked. "Just some kids from my school," I said, still wondering who she was and why she was talking to me. Even sitting on the bench, she was much taller than me. Then again, everyone was taller than me. I was short, a little chubby, and I had frizzy, unevenly cut hair. I had a faint blue streak in my hair, and I couldn't wait for it to grow out. I never had enough money to dye it black, like my original hair color.. "Tessa?" Carrie was standing over me. I got up told her I wanted to go home. "Okay," she said. "But make sure you go to the doctor, or the hospital, and tell your parents what happened! It's not good to-" I walked away from her as fast as I could, down the trail that led to the busy road. I crossed the street and walked to my neighborhood. It was the same old thing. Nothing had changed. There was the old rich lady with her poodle, walking to her house. "Hello, Tessa." She said. She walked off without giving me a chance to answer. There was the couple that had just moved from California, playing with their daughter in their lawn. I walked straight into someone. This was different. "I'm sorry," I said. And kept walking. "It's okay," said the stranger. I had never seen him before, yet he looked so familiar. I kept walking to my house. It was different than the others, as it didn't have two stories, and needed to be repainted. I walked inside. The door was always kept unlocked. My mom didn't think anyone would ever think to try to take our things since our house was so different than the others. "Tessa?" Said my mother. "Yeah, I'm here." She walked out of her bedroom. "You don't look so good." She walked over to me and put her hand on my cheek. I pushed it away. "I'm fine," I said. "If you're fine, then what's that on your face?" She asked. "It's nothing!" I half yelled. I walked over to the old couch and threw my bag onto it. I walked over through the short hallway and into my room. I shut the door and locked it. My bed was old, and squeaky. "Oh, I forgot my phone," I said to myself. I went back outside to the living room. "Just getting.. My phone." I said. I opened the pocket in my bag and took out my phone and charger. I zipped it up, and went back into my room. I locked the door again. I went onto my phone and checked my messages. There was a message from a number I didn't recognize. 'Hey, watch your back. Lucky that weirdo saved you today.' It said. 'Who are you?' I typed. 'It doesn't matter, you freak.' I threw my phone across the room. "Tessa?" Called my mother. "What was that?" She said. "Just leave me alone," I said through tears. I cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, it was darker. My phone beeped. I got up from my bed and walked over to it. It kept beeping every second with a new message. Words like freak, stupid, and ugly popped up on the bright screen. I went into my bathroom. I turned on the light and looked in the mirror. My face was stained with tears. The cut on my face had started bleeding again. I took a shower and decided to go to sleep early. I got out of the shower, and put my phone on the charger. Once I was in my night dress, I got under the covers and went to sleep, trying to ignored the bright flash of my phone every time I got a message.