Unloved - 💞ON HOLD💞

2 Saturday Mornings

Lizzy
I got up this morning with a sharp pain in between my spine. I tried getting up from my bed but the pain just pulled me back down onto the covers again. I sighed realizing that this is just reality, abuse and hidden pain, only opened to myself. Slowly the pain started to slither away and it soon came to a point where I could move a little decent. Rubbing my lower spine I went into the bathroom to freshen up a little.

The shower was like tourcher. The wet droplets stung my back in pain, but I kept the feel inside. I can't let anyone know that I care about these things, ever again. Coming out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and started to look for clothes to wear.

I was about to clip on my bra when I just dropped. Looking at all the past and present stitches, making scars to open up again made me realize how ugly I am, inside and out. Tracing my fingers down my back almost made me cry. Shutting out my emotions again, I clipped the bra back on and continued to get ready for another crappy day.

I went outside to look for any sign to show that today would be different, any different at all. I sighed going outside to walk to school. I thought that joining clubs would make me happier, but instead it just made me feel worse. Basketball and football practice are also on the weekends so I get bullied the same way. Today is my day to quit choir practices so I can have the weekends for myself, alone in my own misery. As I reached the compound I made sure that I avoided the jocks before going in home free. I ran to the music room to talk to Ms. Salvi.

As she saw me come in she brightened up with a smile "Lizzy, how are you dear?".

I smiled sadly and said softly "I came here to quit, I can't take being picked on physically on the weekends, and I really do need time to heal the wounds, even if it is only two days it still counts to me. Can you please understand? I do love singing but I can't risk my body on the impact I keep getting, I just can't take it". The last sentence my voice broke a little but I needed that to make her see how much I'm sorry for all this.

Her face hardened, but then softened "It's okay dear, I understand, your under pressure so you need some space. But just keep singing your heart out, okay?". We smiled, said our goodbyes, then turned our opposite directions. I made sure to leave very cautiously before running out the gate. I might have thrown away any of my chances of ever singing again, but at least it was for a good cause. Covering up my face with my long, frizzy, black hair, I headed back home, happily.

Jeremy
I got outside to look for the geek girl. It's so surprising that she can tale all that. We're just gonna keep it up until she breaks, as in she cries in front of us so we can take a pic and post it. This is what we do to all the geeks in this school, we hurt them till they break, then we give them one thing that they want most of all before leaving them alone for good. As I entered the music room I saw everyone except her.

I went up to Ms. Salvi and asked "Where's Lizzy?".

She clenched her jaw and replied "She quit choir practice, for good. And it's all you three fault".

I turned around to see my two buddies standing behind me with their hands folded and eyebrows raised. I shook my head and thought to myself, she shouldn't have done that.

Turning around Ken remarked "When we're alone in the hallways again with her, the game's on, for real this time". I hope that she'll just break through soon, because with me keeping this up, it's gonna be hard.

Lizzy
Sitting at the edge of my pool I watched the sun set. Sometimes I wish the sun, or something similar, like the moon. All I have to do is just get people to wake up or to just fall asleep, and then I wouldn't be here in pain all the time. I knew that my mom was right about the world being a nasty place but I didn't think that the world would be that bad. I used to cry about these things all the time, but now I'm stronger than I ever was. My mind knew better than to fight back, that's what I learned from my dad anyways. Even my own twin sister hated me, jealous of everything I ever had, but when mom died, I was left with nothing but broken shards of myself. Watching a tear fall into the pool, and dissolve into the water, I watch my own reflection of myself. Tears still streaming my face I cry more, realizing that I never really had a life, ever. I was just a loner, even now. As the last bit of sunlight settled behind the trees, looking for other people to wake up, it made space for the moon to rise. For the first time in history, I've finally got back my emotions, maybe not happiness, but it's still the same to me.

Yo guys, I can't believe that I actually have this much emo action in my head. I also hope that you enjoyed this chapter and see you in the next one.

RoseyJ12 💋