Murderous Shama

Chapter 1

*₩ may be slow or boring but needed for the breaking point ₩*

Another day at my horrid school. Same like any other day i decide to go. I cry. I struggle. I bleed. I make it through the day. Always picking another route to my locker. Once I have a route, I walk quickly. Like most of the time, they find me alone.

They surround me till I'm cornered in the empty hall with them. Pushing me to the ground with smirks on their faces, I fall onto the concrete floor. They started their daily 'fun'.

"What are you gonna do?"

"You are a worthless bitch." A kick to the side, causing me to fall onto my other side and hold where the pain was at on my side.

"Are you gonna cry for us?" A hard tug at my hair, my head jolting up to see them smirk and smile at me.

"So disgusting, this might help." A punch to my face.

"Ha, that help, you need to do more then that." More punches to my face.

"You fucking freak, do us a favor and just kill yourself." A slap to the face. They let my hair go. My face smacked against the concrete, filling the quiet air with there laughter. My cheek bruising on impact.

They soon left, walking on top of me, making sure to stomp. When they were finally gone, I slowly sat up. My body burned from the pain they caused me. Feeling my face to get some idea on what happened, I felt the blood.

I carefully drug myself out of the school and to my hiding spot nearby. It was just a bunch of tall, thick bushes. They concealed me perfectly. I'll sit here for awhile before heading to the school nurse.

I had some aid equipment in here and a mirror to fix myself somewhat. Picking up the mirror, looking back at me was a messy, bloody me. My hair messed up and damp in the front from blood.

My cheek was a dark blue and slightly cracked, blood dripping out. My other cheek was red from being smacked. My nose was bleeding and my lip busted too. I was covered in both dry and fresh blood and some dirt, tear streaks making paths down my face.

I began the daily cleaning. Taking a couple of wipes from the bag, I started to wipe my face. Flinching from the pressure, I saw small cuts appear. I decided to try to stop all the bleeding and head back in to the nurse to finish.

The halls were empty making me lucky. Last time, they beat me again. In the nurses office, it was all the same.

"Oh dear." She quickly went to work on my face.

"What happened?" Putting on multiple bandages of vary sizes.

"Just finish please."

"Ok, tell me afterwards and I'll get the principal, stay this time." She said sternly before locking me in as she rushed out.

I took my leave, out the window. I'll be back in a week and it'll repeat again. I'll be here, outside her window, slowly walking home. Not caring still. I'll end up climbing through my window and hiding.

I hide because my dad left and my mom became a drug addict. Sometimes drinks too. My other siblings left with him. I was too young to walk out. She beats me and forces me to work. I don't get to eat, unless I steal it.

My life's pretty shitty. I'm depressed and have anxiety. I cut and try to kill myself when I work up enough energy to. I have no friends either. I had some when I was younger, but they left when my dad did. To get through the day, I do drugs to escape.

I don't even remember the day I was born or much else. This is my life though. It'll never change, or will it?