Unloved

Chapter Three

When I got to school I hurried to my locker hoping I wouldn't have any troubles today but I guess that never happens "hey freak!" Brian yells from down the hall him and his friends walk up to me when I ignore them "hey Im talking to you!" He pushes me against the lockers "don't you dare ignore me freak!" He yells I can see the same anger in his eyes that women gets when she looks at me or my brother.

One of his friends punches me in the gut making me slide down the lockers to the floor he looks displeased when I don't have a expression of pain on my face, I don't really react to pain anymore I can feel it and it hurts but what's the point in reacting to it. Brian kicks me this time, really hard after he kicks a couple more times his friends start to join in and I'm kicked one after another nonstop, they give up and walk away after I start coughing up blood,I may have some broken ribs now.

I get off the ground and make my way to the bathroom, when there I clean myself up once I'm done I hear the bell ring for second period, great I'm already late I finish up and slowly walk to my next class trying to hide my limp.

When lunch finally came, I walked out of the school to my house since the school really doesn't care where you go as long as you come back. When I got there I heard a gun shots coming from the house I ran in to find that women dead on the living room floor, I ran up to Isaiah ' s room hoping to see him sleeping but when I get to his room I see him laying on the floor dead with a pool of blood surrounding his head.

I fell to my knees next to him, as silent tears started to steak down my face, he was all I had left all I lived for. I couldn't move I heard sirens outside one of the neighbors must have called that cops after the gunshots, I heard people yelling outside as most likely a crowd started to form, fast footsteps came upstairs, I lost all feeling in my body just staring at my little six year old brothers body I couldn't hear anything and my eye sight went blurry probably from the tears this is the first time I've Cryed.

Everything happened so fast after that a police man found me sitting next to my brother silently crying he tryed to talk to me but I couldn't hear him I just blankly stared at him with tears in my eyes he eventually just picked me up and carried me over his shoulder downs stairs and outside into an ambulance I could see a big crowd of people from my school i guess school was over.

Multiple police men and paramedics tryed to talk to me but I didn't want to talk and it would be pointless if I couldn't hear them I just sat there in the back if the ambulance staring blankly out the window at my house, I was covered in my brothers blood so the paramedics checked me one of them looked really suprised and scared when they checked me because I had old and fresh scars, bruises, broken ribs and probably some inerbleeding to from both that women And the bullies.

After a little while of them checking me they tryed to bandage me I know they were just trying to help but I refused any care that they tryed to give I liked the pain it was the only thing comfirming I'm alive still.

while I was fighting with the paramedics out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian and his friends in the crowed all of them looked terrorized I don't know why they don't even know what happened, they looked at the house until Brian ' s friend saw me fighting with the paramedics brain's eyes went wide when he saw me I was still covered in my brothers blood and for the first time in two years I saw his eyes soften.

Brian tell something to his friends and they walk off somewhere while he slips under the police tape and runs over to where I am I'm still fighting with them because I don't want to be bandaged, the paramedics stop when they see Brian come over "hey kid your not supposed to be over here" one paramedic says "that's my friend" Brian says as he points to me, I feel fear start to rise in me when he comes over to me and smiles what is he going to do? "Alright then mabey you can get her to stop refusing help" they say hope in there tones, Brian nods then looks at me with gentle eyes that I haven't seen since he used to be my best friend two years ago in 6th grade "hey, Diana why don't you want help?" He asks me with a soft voice, I don't awnser him and brace myself for a smack but it never comes, what's wrong with him he hasn't been nice to me for two years since my parents died.