Promise // Demi Lovato

Hate

            Ever wonder why people in this world are so hateful? And why good people always get the short end of the stick? Those questions always pop into my mind, and I don't think I will ever find the answers to them.
My name is Lauren, and I believe that I'm a good person, but that doesn't seem to be enough for anyone these days considering that those hateful people that I was talking about, are hateful towards me, even when I don't deserve it. Now I'm not going to lie, most of the time I do deserve it just by being alive, but I don't deserve the beatings till I can't stand up, I can tell you that for sure.
I fear waking up to go to school because I know that I will get beat to death by the "leaders" of the school, if you wanna call them that. They hurt me so bad, for no reason, and it looks to me that I'm the only one who they physically beat up. Yes they verbally abuse people, but I'm the only one who gets beat to the point where I have to go to the hospital(yes that did happen once).
My parents don't know. Lucky for me I am a pretty good liar. They can never know. They're some of the most loved and famous people in the world so if me getting beat up gets out and some how ends up on the media, their careers are screwed. So they can't know.
Yes my parents are Demi Lovato and Nick Jonas. Good thing we got that out there.
Anyway, sorry I had to say all of that because no one really understands me, so I feel like writing it helps a lot.
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"Lauren, hurry up or you'll be late to school!" My mom yelled from down the stairs. I groaned in annoyance. I woke up today really contemplating on pretending to be sick just so I didn't have to go to school, but she never falls for that, so I just decided to suck it up and get the day over with.
          I grabbed my back pack and phone and hopped down the stairs to see the rest of my family in the living room.
          "Ren!!!" My six year old sister, hope, yelled excitedly once she saw me coming down the stairs.
          "Hi." I mumbled. I guess I could've been more energetic but it's fucking 8:00 in the morning so give me a break.
           "Hey sweet heart. Don't forget to grab some breakfast before we leave." Mom said, sweetly.
            "K." I mumbled, once again, not wanting to be social right now. It's only Monday. I can't handle it being only Monday. Monday is the beginning of the week and that means that I have at least 10 beatings prepared for me every single day. I can't do this. I really can't.
          "I'm ready." I said, grabbing an apple and taking a bite out of it before following my mom to the car.
       We got in the car and she started the engine and went on our way to my school. After about 5 minutes or so, we arrived.
         "Have a good day sweetie, and please behave. I don't want to get another phone call from the school saying that you cussed out a teacher." She narrowed her eyes at me with her finger pointed, telling me that she is, in fact, serious.
         "Okay mom. I'll try." I smirked, knowing that she hates when I say that because every single time I say I'll try, I manage to get in trouble that same day. She opened her mouth to say something but I closed the door on her and started walking towards the school. I know that may have looked rude but I don't really want a 10 minute lecture, making me late for class.
            As I got to the school, my phone vibrated in my pocket so I took it out and looked at who texted me.
   ~Birth giver- If you slam the door in my face when I'm talking again, you will get your ass beat.
I rolled my eyes and put my phone in my pocket, going to my locker to get my things for first period.
"Well well well. Look who we have here?" Damn, and to think I would've made it to class without them coming up to me.
"What do you want?" I asked bitterly. I try to put on a confident front while talking to her, but it soon fades away when she starts to beat me up.
"Oh yanno, what I always come for." She smirked. God that smirk says it all.
        And before I know it, I'm lying on the floor with blood dripping from my nose and bruises all up and down my body.
         "Lauren!!" My only friend, Caroline, yelled after me. She didn't even have to ask what happened to me.
        "Those fucking bastards." She muttered, more to herself, but I still heard it. I just chuckled.
       "You know this always happens so why act surprised?" I nonchalantly stated.
       "I just hate to see you so banged up. I still think you should tell someone."
       "No." I said almost immediately.
      "It's not even that big of a deal. I can handle myself without any administration or my mom coming to 'save the day'" I really can't handle telling anyone. Then I'll get it worse from the bullies.
      "Well obviously you can't handle yourself if you're in this same position as you are every single day and you don't do anything about it." I just looked at her in shock. Who the fuck is she talking to?
      "I'm just saying, it's gotten so bad that you get sent to the hospital sometimes. I just don't like seeing you like this." She said sympathetically.
      "I'm fine. Now help me up. We have to get to class." After waiting a short while, she finally helped me up so that we aren't late to our first period.
       "Okay but if you end up lifeless, don't say I didn't warn you."
        Oh how this day is already starting off great.