One in a Million

The Beginning of a New Ending

I woke up in the in a state of panic. I didn't know why my heart was racing, but I jumped out of bed and fumbled on the ground as I tried to take a step. It hurt incredibly. I stayed on the cold hard floor and slowly pulled my pants up. I looked horrible. There were black and blue bruises all over my frail pale legs. I gasped in shock, reawakening the pain in my ribs. Ignoring the sharp pain I walked to my calendar and realized that it was the first day back to school. What the hell?! How in the fu*king world did I forget that?! What I'm I doing?! What?!...Wha, whaat?!  I asked myself in disbelief. Summer was so long but went by so fast. I didn't have time to argue about the truth so I went into my closet and put on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater to cover the bruises. Walking across the mirror I realized I had a huge bruise on my cheek. Quicky rumbling through my bag I pulled my concealer and hid it away like I do myself. 

My stomach and throat were hurting from the night before so I skipped out on breakfast. I quietly slide out the house to avoid having to talk to my father. On the way to school, I couldn't stop thinking about how over reacted my father had been. He usually wasn't as mad and I knew that something did go wrong. He never wished me dead...ever nor  did I him. 

I never bothered to look away from my torn sneakers even once. I just kept on walking, blocking all the noises around me, but the sound of my father's screams in my head. Thinking about it made me want to cry. One moment I was holding myself together from crumbling on the street and the next I was being yanked out of it. 

"HEY!!! What the hell?! You could've gotten hit by the car!" a voice yelled

 I didn't think of it too much though. I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to comprehend what I was getting myself into.  I tried not to scream from the pain that he added to my small body. He held me tightly against his. I thought it was a bit too much, but I didn't mind it. In a strange way, it made me feel warm and safe as if something in my life changed from that moment. He pulled away holding me by the shoulders. I kept my eyes on the ground wincing from the agony. He lightly shook me and said, "Didn't your mother ever teach you to look both ways before crossing a street? You almost got hit."

"Um...No." He looked at me confused. "Never met the lady." I choked out and pulled away leaving him speechless. I looked both ways and crossed the street continuing my walk to school. 

Once I got there I began to panic. I almost forgot my name. I walked through the school over hearing fake friends being reunited. Even though I knew most of them were insincere I kind of wished that one of them talked to me. That that one person was so good at being fake they would convince me that they weren't. I kind of wished that I had one friend out of the hundreds of students that I was surrounded by. I was alone in the pile of bodies that barricaded me in what I thought was an endless nightmare.