The story on my body

What has he done?

Ravens POV:

        He raped me, used me, damaged me. He did what ever he could to ruin me. I was only nine years old. He has to pay but after 3 years of the abuse I fell down the stairs and had Amnesia. I couldn't remember who was responsible. Now two years later my memory has slowly coming back along with pain. While the memories came back I grew suicidal just remembering everything. How he laughed at me. How he touched me. I wanted to forget again but, I couldn't. Now every time I look at myself I see every scar has a memory that I can't forget.

         I hated school. I was always judged no matter where I went. I never knew who I was. Basically I was a nobody and I liked it that way until the Cheerleaders and all the other Jocks would pick on me. But there's this girl at my school who, doesn't give a shit about anything. She'll beat you up even if you just look at her. I've been told she drinks and smokes but even though I never judge a book by it's cover I didn't want to get involved with her.       

        I walked to school and went to my locker. I noticed the head cheerleader Samantha Rover was right by my locker I freak out and hide behind a pole to see if she would leave. I didn't want to get bullied by her. She can be really mean and just laugh at your face I'm surprised she even has a boyfriend while I on the other hand I have never had one. Finally she left and I quickly tried to open my locker get my books and get the hell out of there. Once I closed my locker I turned and saw her. Samantha was right in front of me.

        "Well well Raven you know telling people your fake story isn't gonna make people like you" Samantha smirked at me like she wanted to see if I would break. Obviously it kinda hurt but I did't want to show it to Samantha because I don't want her to think she has won.

        " Kiss my ass" I reply. She then grabs my sleeve and pulls it down revealing my scars.

        " Look everyone! Little Raven wants to show off her fake scars. She's such an attention whore!" Samantha holds up my arm and shows it to everyone in the hallway. I turn around to see everyone staring at me. I've never felt so humiliated in my entire life. After the two second silence a wave of laughter comes and slaps me in the face. I try my hardest to make Samantha let go of my arm. But the more I struggle the harder her grip and I have fresh cuts. I scream in pain.

        " Let me go. You've had your laugh" I struggle more and I can see blood slowly pouring down my arm. I freak out. I scream as I pull my arm out of her grip. I fall to the floor in pain.

        I hear her come. She runs over to me. She picks me up and carries me away to the bathroom. I couldn't help it once we were in a stall I broke down crying. I didn't stop until I knew I got all the pain was gone.

        I look up eventually to find a concerned face. She was tough and strong and didn't give a shit about anything. Her name is Alex. My savior.