Believe In Yourself

Authors note: Hey guys! This is based on a true story. Names are changed for confidentiality, and order of occurrence are slightly different than what happened in real life. Besides that, the actions and the thoughts are accurate. Play the songs when they appear in the story... Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

~MoyaRay

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I don't get it. Why doesn't anybody like me? What did I do to them?

I lay staring at my bedroom ceiling once again. As I sigh, I close my eyes hoping to drift to sleep quickly.

"Mary!" Taylor, my wicked stepsister, yells from somewhere in the house.

I jump up and run to the living room, which happens to be on the complete opposite side of the house and down two flights of stairs. She's sprawled across the love seat watching Jersey Shore. "Y-yes?" I stutter nervously.

"Go get me a glass of water," she orders not taking her eyes off of the screen.

I bolt into the kitchen, flip on the cold water, and grab a glass out of the cupboard. Shoving her favorite glass under the water faucet, it fills quickly, and I shut it off then turn to go to the living room. I manage to say semi-confidently, as I enter in behind the couch, "Here's your water, Taylor."

Please don't hurt me.

As I make my way around the back of the couch, I glance at her as she takes a drink. I'm in the doorway when she screams, "Stop!" I hold in my tracks and gulp.

Fuck... Not good... And of course our parents aren't home... When are they ever?

"Turn... around..." She commands through clenched teeth.

"I'm sor..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your lame excuses. You fucked up twice getting me this glass of water. What were they? One..."

"I wasn't fast enough," I reply quickly.

Like always... I'm never fast enough.

"Two..."

"I... It..." I can't think of anything.

Shit, I'm dead... I don't know the answer, and I didn't answer her fast enough.

"You dumb bitch!" she yells. "The water wasn't cold enough! It was partially warm!" Taylor launches the almost full cup of water at me. I turned away right is it shatters against my back. Crying out in pain, I fall to my hands and knees. Glass pierces my skin. "Now, get out of my sight. You disgust me." Instantly, she resumes watching TV as if nothing happened.

I hate her so much.

I struggled to rise, and as soon as I do, I slip around the corner so she doesn't see me anymore. Blood stains my pants as I remove the glass for my hands and knees. Once it's all out, I fight through the pain and go upstairs. I limp into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

Alone at last. I can't take it anymore.

Taking off my pants, once my knees are exposed, I'm mesmerized.