The Last Of Her Kind

chapter 1

Have you ever been so beaten down, so broken, so scared that you had absolutely no idea what to do? Well I do. I have these feelings everyday. I get beaten, pushed around, to the point where I wish I could just be dead.

Well let me tell you who I am before I get further into my rant about my shitty life. my name is Melissa, I have always been bullied and beaten from the day I was ten years old. I really have no idea why everyone started doing it, wait yeah I do, i'm short, fat, ugly, awkward, and have a stuttering problem also i'm adopted. and I haven't even shifted yet. and thats a huge problem. What really hurts though is that my two best friends from the start, had joined in on the bullying when I was twelve. But I wasn't gonna let them have the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

well after five years of abuse and mental torture, I was finally turning fifteen. I still haven't shifted yet and I still had no idea why. Tomorrow is my birthday, but why should I get excited about it? its not like anybody cares for me. it's not like i'm gonna magically shift. and you're probably wondering well her family must care about her, but no they don't. my adopted parents couldn't give a rats ass about me or what happened to me.

" Melissa where is my fucking dinner?" My inconsiderate asshole of a father yelled at me from in the living room, breaking me out of my depressing thoughts.

" Sorry it's almost done." I replied trying to stay calm. I always hated how I let everyone walk all over me and act like they can control me. I finished my fathers food and put it on a plate for him and walked out into the living room to find him right where I expected him to be, leaned back in his nasty recliner with his belly hanging out his slightly yellowish tank-top.

" Here father" I said calmly while setting his food on one of those food tray/stand things.

" You're dismissed." my father said to me with while waving me off with his hand.

I walked back into the kitchen and cleaned up my mess. once I was done with that I went straight upstairs to my room to do my homework. even though with the life I have been served i still have to keep up my grades or else my father and my mother will beat me.

once I was done with my homework I went to take a shower, letting the hot water take away all the built up stress from today. I quickly got out and got dressed and went to lay in bed.

"Hopefully tomorrow is somewhat better." I whispered to myself before I let the darkness overwhelm me.

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I woke up to the loud screams from my father and my mother from downstairs. I stumbled out of bed and went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and brushed my hair. I put it into a high ponytail. and then walked back into my room and put on a red button-up blouse and some black skinny jeans with some white converse. I quickly put all my stuff into my backpack to hurry up and go downstairs so I won't get in the of the crossfire of my parents arguments.

I quickly scurried out the door and went to the bus stop. it quickly pulled up to my stop and I sat in the very first seat, since i was the first person on it doesn't matter where I sit. but sitting here helps me get off the bus faster. I put my earphones in and started to listen to music so I wouldn't have to hear the rude remarks of the bullies I go to school with. Once the bus finally got to school I got off of that bus the fastest i ever could. when I made it to my locker the school's head cheerleader also the schools head slut if you ask me, well of the freshman squad. Came up to me and smacked my books out of my hand, resulting in them landing loudly on the floor.

" What do you want colleen?" I asked while bending down to pick up my books. but was stopped when her foot was on top of then stopping me from it. My anger was slowly starting to get to me.