Why Is It Me?

Chapter 2-The Beginning

It starts off like any other story, a happy couple have a child, but mine starts to become different after I was born. You see my mother died at birth, I the only thing left of my mother after her parents died. But I didn't look anything like my mother, my mother had green eyes that could light up anyone's day, mine were gray and colorless, my mother had straight blonde hair, I had curly brown, my mother had a beautiful wide smile, while I had a petite smile. My father was depressed and started to drink, smoke, and do drugs. He would kick and punch me all day long for getting a C on any of my report cards or tests. I guess that's why you call me a geek, right? Because I always get B's and A's, how I could be like you and get F's and D's without worries. Sadly that wasn't my life, I always didn't want to go home, so I stayed in the library. That's probably why you called me a 'book worm', because I'm always in the library, always. I wish I didn't have to study.

I would be yelled at from my father for not joining in any school activities, that's why I joined the Newspaper Club, Drama Club, Student Council. All you ever said was 'Goody Two Shoes' or 'Good Girl'. I didn't want to, but I had to. I had to go through all the suffering, pain, and depression of having no friends, but yet everyone knew me, well knew me as 'Test Answers', 'Homework Answers', or even 'Answer Sheet'. No one called me Christine, no one was my friend, no one stood up for me. No one. 

That's why I liked you, you always had someone to stand up for you. You kept me from being forgotten, from being depressed, and even lonely, because I knew you would be there to make fun of me, give me the attention. That I didn't have.

I told this to the counselor, you know, Mrs. Polly, but it went the opposite way I wanted to express my gratitude.  You got suspended. I missed you for those 4 days, your girlfriend yelled at me for getting you suspended, I didn't tell her I didn't mean to. I stood there and got yelled at. I felt like a puppet, abiding to her words. I never felt that around you. I felt that you cared, but I know you didn't care about the piece of trash you were stepping on.

I don't want to go home.....

The bell rang, and I made my way to the library and you were in front of the door, I'm guessing waiting for me. You looked stressed out, that wasn't a good sign. That mean't you would be harsh today. I guess I was correct. A bruise on my legs and arms. Nowhere noticeable though. That's good. I didn't want father to know I was being bullied, he would hit me harder saying I was a pussy and weak.

I went home with my backpack with foot prints all over it.

My father hit me today as usual, he got fired from his job. The 5th time. Today he was harsh, a wine bottle right to the stomach, that left a bruise and it hurt. The next day you hit me right in the same spot when I tried to pick up my things that you pushed out of my hands. I couldn't breathe.