*Emily's POV*
School ended. Thank you God. I got called stuff by more people. My ex Jake also says things to me. They all hate me even the lower grade. I walk down the hall everyone looks at me and whispers. It hurts but I'm getting used to it.
As i got closer to my house i could see my brother wasn't home. Yes! But my mom was home probably got off early. I walked up the steps and unlocked the door. My mom was waiting for me not looking to happy.
"I've been waiting for you. Come here we need to talk." She said. I knew she was talking about the fight. I don't know if i should tell her the truth. I sat down. "I got a call from school. I also went to your school to talk to the principal and your teacher" Great.
"Why did you get in a fucking fight Emily!" I just sat there looking at her. " I asked you a question" she said "She was bothering me and i got mad" "And you think fighting is the answer. You're stupid." "Mom it wasn't my fault!" "Don't yell at me! And your teacher also told me you are failing your classes. What the fuck is wrong with you. I didn't raise a dumb ass." I looked at her. If only she knew. "I get bullied" I mumbled "What was that?" she said "I said i don't know." i said. "Go to your room why argue with you. I'm wasting my time."
I ran up the stairs all i wanted to do was hide and never come out. I'm a waste of time. No one even likes me. I slammed the door and cried in my pillow. I opened my laptop and logged on Facebook. It only made things worse.
you are such a failure. You are good for nothing. Leave. -Carrie
Bitch you fucking suck at fighting actually you suck at living go die. -Alyssa
I can't believe i dated such a slut. Fucking whore. - Jake
I closed my computer tears pouring out. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed a razor and looked at it. I put it against my arm. Crying so much. I closed my eyes Then i let go of the razor. I didn't do. I was scared, but I was tired of everything.
after half an hour i got up. I washed my face. I sat on my bed My mom left for work 20 minutes ago and my brother i was sure wasn't coming back till tomorrow night.
I laid down and closed my eyes i could see my dads face. he was smiling at me. I opened my eyes. I missed him so much. "Why did you have to go Dad. You would understand." i said to myself I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
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Misunderstood
Teen FictionEmily is a 16 year old wanting to have a good life, but with bullies and a single parent, and a jerk brother is doesn't seem possible. Will anyone ever understand her pain? Will anyone ever be at her side? *Trigger warning: self harm and suicide*