Recover

Chapter One

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Recover- Chapter One

"SLUT!!" Somebody shouted as I walk to go sit down with my lunch. I just died a little more inside. I don't even know why I feel anything anymore. I get called this and other things multiple times a day. I have been called a "slut" or "skank" or "hoe" and many more for two years. Ever since I had slept with my ex, Jessie, I have been getting these comments. I didn't want to sleep with him, but I got pressured into doing it. Ever since that night, high school has been a living hell for me.

When we broke up, he did everything possible to ruin my life. He told people that I demanded sex from him and that while I was still with him, I had sex with his friends. And of course, everybody followed him. And since the breakup, two years ago, Jessie has called me fat, ugly, and so on. But my prayers have been answered; my mom got a job in another town, three hours away. I haven't told my mom anything that's happened. Because of Jessie and other people's comments I have tortured myself. I cut myself and I have a lot of scars on my arms. I also starve myself a lot. I eat at school and that's about it. The longest I have gone without eating has been three days. I recognize my problems but I don't know how to solve them.

I walk by a table of guys and as soon as I pass by one of them speaks up. I turn my head and stop in my tracks. "Hey Lexii, can you come by my house tonight? I'm in the mood for a blow job." All the other guys around him began dying of laughter. I wanted to cry then and there but I knew I had to be at least strong enough to last until I was alone. I did the best I could to roll my eyes. I walk to the nearest trash can and threw my untouched food in the trash. I walked to the cafeteria door and pushed it open. I walked to the bathrooms, just beside the cafeteria, and made sure to hold my composer because of the glass walls.

Once I was in the bathroom, I made sure to check the stalls to be sure no one was in any of them. I went into the first stall. I entered and slammed the door, latching the gray door shut. I let the warm, clear liquid stream down my face. I couldn't take this any more. I am not a slut! I have only had sex once, and it's not like I wanted to. I could never stand up to the people who say those harming words to me. They wouldn't believe me. I am a small mouse against a cage of hungry felines.

In the past two years, I have learned to keep my crying quiet. I slide down the cold graffiti filled walls of the stall. I pulled the sleeves of my long sleeve shirt down past my hands and use the extra material to wipe away my tears. I threw my head back, letting it hit the wall. I put both of my hands up to my face to cover my face. Another thing I have learned to do, is to not wear make up. That only makes it worse, because people can see if I have cried. I only have to put up with today and then I am done with all of this bullshit.

I stop crying and let myself cool off. I stand up and unlatch the stall and walk out. I check my image in the mirror. My eyes are pink, and puffy. I would just drive myself home, but my mom took my car to the new house so she has been driving me to and from school. I adjust my shirt and walk out of the bathrooms. I quickly walk to my math class. I take my seat and wait for the other students to gather in the room.

"Okay juniors, we are going to be studying about-" I zoned out at Mr. William's words of math. I let my mind wonder off to think about how good it will feel to go a week without being called a whore.

The bell rings, forcing me to exit my thoughts. I walk out of math to go to the other side of the building for English. I turn the last corner and run into someone. "Oh gosh I'm so- oh it's you. Lexii the slut." Jasmine said. Jasmine is Jessie's current girlfriend and she enjoys making my life a living hell. I gather my things and walk away from her. Making it to English with two minutes to spare.