"Your a mistake."
"You will never be loved."
"Fug bug, haha. Ugly bitch."
The girls surround me in the locker room.
"Why don't you do our eyes a favor and kill yourself."
It was my Junior year in high school. I've been through this for years, same thing. No one is original anymore.
"You can say what you want at least I'm not a whore." I snapped back.
They all laugh. "You are a whore though, an attention whore." I'm so sick of this.
I run to the bathroom stall and lock it as tears threaten to break through my eyes. I hated this. I hated everyone. Who gave them the fucking right to treat me like this?
I couldn't hold in her tears any longer. I sat on the cold tiled ground hugging my knees to my chest. I let the tears escape my eyes.
A few minutes later the bell rang telling me that class had ended. I stood up and unlocked the stall door.
*BANG*
Everything went black. I heard laughter. But I saw nothing. I felt cold drifting into a dark place. I was alone.
I woke up who knows how much longer. The walls were painted an of white. It was definitely NOT the bathroom in the girls locker room.
"Ow" I tried sitting up but failed miserably. "My head." I said in a sort of wispier.
A lady is on my side. I couldn't turn my head, I felt like someone dropped a dumbbell on my head.
"Thank heaven your awake. I was starting to get worried." Oh it was my mom.
