Silence is Deadly {ON HOLD}

(1)Cloudy Days

I wake up every night, sweating violently, shaking palms and messy hair. Afraid. Afraid of how my dad is gonna hurt me the next day. Afraid of if my mom will die from alcohol poisoning or an over dose of her heroin. I'm the girl in the school who is a freak, bruised face, unknown past, present and future. The future scares me. You never know what's going to happen. I never know if I'll be alive the next day.
I'm Emma, the girl with abusive parents, messed up past, terrified of the future and the pained thighs.

The weather is gloomy, the clouds cover Michigan like a blanket. The fog hides the footsteps of others.

I walk the halls of this pained school that's full of people to that has endless things to say. I hear the soulless teens snide remarks. They aren't false. That's for sure. I could say that I'm going to kill myself, but no one would say anything. But I can say I'm going to kill someone and then they say something. This world is fucked up, selfish. Class after class, one after another. In class people always throw stuff at me, pencils, paper, even text books. Once, someone threw a pencil sharpener at me and said "you should use this tonight to kill yourself." It didn't bother me. When it's passing time I get more bruises, I'm the punching bag here, every school has one right? Maybe not but I deserve it. I see him, he's the only one that talks to me. He talks to me sometimes in school. Never in front of anyone. I understand, you wouldn't wanna be caught talking to the freak unless you wanna get abused by the other students for a week or so. Teachers always see it, just never stops it.