My Emotional and Physical Scars: #StopBullying

Chapter 2//Every Morning

Melissa's P.O.V.

On my way to my balcony, I spot my fur baby, Brownie. Brownie is a Malshi that is white with brown patches. I found her in a box in an alley way with many injuries around 3 years ago. She has been my only friend since me best friend left me 11 years ago. She is the only thing that has been able to make me happen since then.

She was laying down in her plush, gold color dog bed, basking in the sunlight, beaming from the window above her, making her coat turn golden. I glance down at her food and water bowl, which was a few feet away from her bed. I fill her food bowl up all the way along with her water. I grab my bag and quietly started heading to the door leading downstairs. It was an obstacle trying to get passed the empty and full alcohol bottles on the way down.

After making it down, I grab an apple from my secret food stash under the stairs. I know the food won't be rotten or poisoned there. I started heading through the front door and took my keys from my bag to lock up. After walking through the front door I swing by bag on top of my stomach and grab my headphones from the front pocket. I start to feel for my phone in my left front pocket on my jeans.

I pull it out with my Eiffel Tower phone case guarding the front and back of my phone. I type in my password and go on Spotify (A/N: This is not a sponsorship, I just like Spotify) I click on songs and shuffle play. One of my favorite Eminem songs, starts to play. Lose yourself, which is exactly what I like doing.

It's what I do. I listen to music, get my mind off stuff, easy as that, sometimes...it helps me get through the abuse, insults, names, neglect, they never stop. I can't go to the teachers, that will make it worse. I can't go to my parents, they don't even like me, they see me as a mistake.

I have no one. No one to turn to, no one to cry with, no one to laugh with. I clutched onto my, hidden, locket, making the memories of him flow back into my head, making my eyes turn glossy. I looked down at my watch. 6:00 am already? Time sure does fly when I zone into my music along with my thoughts.

I paused my music, it's around this time they come after me. I tried speed walking quietly as to still hear what's going on. Step--Step--Step-Step-Step-Step-StepStepStep. As soon as I heard the footsteps getting closer I clench my fists and got ready to do a stun attack and then run. When I felt as though they were a foot away, I turned around and swung my right fist. I felt interaction with their left cheek, I checked to see the damage I did.

What a surprise, it's Alejandro. He was holding his jaw, I saw a bit of blood drip from his lip. Fantastic...He looked up and saw my face, can this get any worse? As if he heard me ask he said with a slightly bloody smirk, "Oh, you're gonna regret that." And with that I started running as if my dear life depended on it, and it did. After running I didn't hear any footsteps chasing after me, I think I lost him. StepStepStepStepStep. Spoke too soon.

I gave it all I had to run faster, he's the captain of the soccer team, so it's pretty hard to outrun him. After losing him, I made it to school, not like that's any better. While walking to my locker, after entering hell, I hear scoffs and comments about my appearance. Such as: Fatty, Pig, Ugly, Worthless, Know-it-all, Waste of air, and my personal favorite "Mistake." After opening my locker, I stayed out of its path while doing a countdown in my head. 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-now. A boxing glove springs out of my locker and from what I saw, if I had stood directly in front of my locker, it would have punched me in the stomach. After the boxing glove popped out, I saw a few guys show themselves from the edge of the aisle of lockers, with grins which soon turned into a disappointed expression as soon as they realized nothing happened to me.  

Idiots...I pull out the boxing glove contraption and take a look at the contents of my locker. Lets see...textbooks, notebooks, a bottle of bleach with a post-it attached, a razor with another post-it attached and more notes. Great. I randomly grab the notes and open a few at random. Fatass, Freak, Bitch, Attention whore. I crumpled them up and tossed them into the trash.

I then took a look at the note attached to the razor as it said, "Get some hair removed, Chewbacca. Or at least take the blade off and end it all." I scoff while reading the message, Is that the best they got? I start to examine the note on the bleach bottle as it said, "Do yourself and the rest of us a favor." I threw it all away, on my way to math class. I go to my regular seat at the front of the class. After sitting down and avoiding the glare of others, I start taking out my notes and the homework from last night. Mr. Alan walked in with a pile of paper in one hand a cut of coffee in the other.

Mr. Alan is my math teacher, a man in his late thirties, light brown hair, and some stubble growing on his jawline. A familiar man was walking with in with him, he had blue eyes and raven black hair. At least from what I could see from his hoodie. He lifted his head up a bit and his facial expression after seeing me showed curiosity. He held his head down after. Once the other girls in the class acknowledged his presence, they did one of three things. They: Unbuttoned another button on their blouse, lowered their shirts more, or simply did both. God, these girls have no dignity whatsoever, do they? I thought to myself while rolling my eyes.

"Class, we have a new student joining us today," Mr. Alan began to announce, "why don't you introduce yourself?" He asks while facing the new guy. All eyes go to him. He lifts up his head and unhoods himself while saying in a deep voice, "My name is Alexander Sandoval."

My eyes begin to widen in horror, shock, and hope. No, it can't be...

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