Torn Up (Harry Styles/Bullying)

Chapter 1

Sandra's POV:

A stinging sensation spread across my face as my mums fist collided into my cheek.

"GET UP FOR SCHOOL NOW YOU WORTHLESS NO GOOD DAUGHTER!" she screamed at me. Her face was flushed a bright red and a vein was pumping in her forehead. Her fists were balled up at her sides and she was shaking.

I scrambled from my bed in a hurry, into my bathroom locking the door. I sighed, I hated being woken up this way.

The red mark was already fading away. She hadn't punched me too hard today, lucky me.

I quickly hopped into the shower letting the hot water burn my body. I cleaned my self with my favorite apple shampoo and vanilla scented soap.

I turned the water off and wrapped my soft, white towel around me.

The first day of my last year in hell. I didn't want to go at all.

I am 18, and next year I can go to college and get away from all this crap, finally.

I didn't want to go because I was going to miss parting or my friends, it was the people themselves. I had no friends and I never "partied".

Everyone, and I mean, everyone
hated me.

Even the teachers would give me an F on every test and whip my hands with rulers. My life sucked ass, and it was all my fault. I was worthless, fat, ugly, stupid, just like everyone said I was. I sighed heavily again, ashamed of who I had become and began my makeup.

My face is coated with makeup. I look like a Barbie doll and I hate it. I hate makeup and I hate looking fake. But it's is my only choice. I have so many bruises my face is a weird purple color. Let's just say my face is a wreck, definitely not pretty.

Today I was lucky I didn't have to cover up the bruises and cuts up my arms and legs. My long sleeve sweatshirt and jeans covered them up.

And yes I did cut, it was my only escape aside from singing and listening to music. It just made me feel better, and I was already 7 hours clean, so that's good.

I got dressed trying my best not to look at my disgusting body, because it almost made me want to throw up.

I continue my morning routine and pull my hair up into a messy bun.

I have no one to try to impress anymore, so I put on my old converse and quietly sneak downstairs.

My mum is passed out with seven empty bottles of beer next to her.

Way to go mum.

I grab an apple that was lying on the table on my way out. Hopefully my mom won't notice I took it, she hates when I eat her food.

My school West Crest is only a ten minute walk from my flat.

I arrive a few minutes early and make my way inside. I head to my locker and tears already began to threaten to spill over.

My locker is already covered in sharpie marker. Words that I can't repeat are scribbled all over. Last year only there was only a few parts if my locker covered in sharpie, but now, the whole thing was black, like soot.

Everybody here in this school knows me, I'm just the girl that everyone picks on. It's getting really tiring and I'm starting to really lose myself and who I am, it scares me.

All the lockers are a bright yellow and mine is the only one coated with black, the stupid janitor never cleans my locker. I even saw him write on it one time last year.

I sigh heavily and hear the bell ring.
I groan knowing that today already sucks.

(okay so any thoughts?xx)
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