Promise I Will

02

I sit in my cushioned seat. It molds to my body as I sit in thought. I think out the day. The class was boring as usual. Until, she found me. Olivia Brennan, the meanest girl in school. She made it her mission to hurt me every chance that was given. She would dig her claws in so deep they got stuck. She was the reason for my pain.

"You bitch!" Rings though my mind thinking of her.

"Slut!"

"EMO!"

"WHORE!" They get worse and worse as my thoughts think of.

I can't help but think back to what happened on my way home. Somehow my feet thawed out, allowing me to escape the hell I was in. I saw the boy on Olivia, and I got the courage to run home. I couldn't recognize the boy. His locks were golden, almost too perfectly placed on his head. I didn't get a good look at his eyes, but I knew they were probably perfect too. He wore his clothes like a true gentleman. I was in awe.

He was like a Leonardo Dicaprio of the high school experience. Like drinking a tea without letting it cool down first. Like flicking on a light and being blinded by its luminous sight.

I didn't know his name, but I did know one thing about him. He saved me from another one of Olivia's abusive behaviour.

"Think you can miss out on our daily meeting?" The thought was floating around in my head. I thank the mysterious boy for postponing the horrendous action Olivia had in store for me.

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Staring at the glass in front of me, I hiss. They are so bad. The mirror making every one of my blemishes and bruises prominent. A single tear escapes my eye and makes its way down the long trail along my face. It's despicable to see the reminders of my encounters, but I examine them any ways. I need to see the damage. I need to see just how broken I really am. Although I already knew the answer to that.

"Anna! Dinner is ready, honey."

I heave out a breath as my name is called for dinner and pull my shirt down and flattening it out to cover my stomach like it once did before. Walking downstairs I look at each step cautiously before allowing my foot to land on it.

Entering the dining room, I pull out the chair in the corner. Pulling out the seat I place a soft cushion on the flat surface. Placing my bottom on the chair I wait for my plate to come. As it is set in front of me, I'm disappointed in what I see.

On my plate I see half a piece of chicken, and a small portion of noodles and sauce covering it. "Not to be rude, but what is this?" I question my mother.

She looks puzzled by my question, as if I was supposed to know the answer to my own question. "Honey, I just...I..." She stutters.

I sigh and push her to go on, "You just..."

"I just think you could use the help. I mean you eat too much, taking a bit out of your food could help you lose some chunk." My mouth drops at her harsh words.

I couldn't believe my ears. Dramatically, I bring my hands up to check my ears of my hearing. My eyes burn with unshed tears threatening their way out. I stand up and heavily take a sharp intake of breath.

"Wh-what?" I questioned, hoping for her to say that I misheard her.

"I just thought I would help you try and lose weight..." She states, less reluctant than the first time.

"Who said I didn't like the way I am now?" I say a little too harsh for my liking. Betraying my own feelings against people who yell harsh words towards me.

"I did," replied my mother. I shake my head and let out a heartless chuckle, one that hits you in the gut when directed toward you.

"Goodnight, mother." I say dryly. Without taking another look at anything I leave my plate untouched and abandoned on the table and I march up to my room.