Nothing Else Matters

Chapter 1

My parents are dead.

I live in a small town near Chicago called Cicero. Not many people have heard of it. I live with my aunt Mary and uncle Jared, and two younger siblings. They aren't kind people. Pretty fucked up if you ask me. Well, they like my little siblings but me, no. I expected to be perfect and if I fuck up? I'm done. I've lived here for the past six years with my sister, Lyla, who's nine and my brother Zak who's 7.

Zak doesn't remember much about mom and dad. Lyla only remembers mom but not dad.

The only one who remembers them both, is me. Dad died in a car accident. Instant death. Head on collision. Everyone was devastated.

My mom died three years later. Some of the family say it was from a broken heart, but that's bullshit.

It's been four years since I've seen them. I miss them everyday. I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I'm getting better, but it still hurts.

I can't go back. I just can't. I need help. No one will help me. No one can.

Laying in my bed, mulling over the thought, that I've thought of since, everything started. I get up and saunter to the bathroom. It doesn't take me long to get ready, but this was different. I had to look good. New school and all.

After forty-five minutes of showering, doing my hair makeup yada, yada, yada, I walk downstairs to get some breakfast. Today is my first day of my new school. My first day in a new hell.

Same town but, I had to move schools. I couldn't take the bullying anymore. And with my parents gone and having help from my uncle and aunt, I felt so alone, so unwanted.

This is the last shot I have at a better school life. If I fuck up with this one, I'll have no other choice but to move. I can't put my siblings through that. They've been through enough.

I have no friends.
Well, I did until one day, she changed.

She got so mad. She's the reason why I had to move. She would constantly shove me or trip me. She would spread rumors about me, and people always believed them. She would write all over my locker stuff like; Whore, Slut, Fatass, Ugly, Useless
Stuff like that.

I know it's stupid to cry about, but it hurts. It's been going on for so long. Most of high school.

The whole reason I had to move? Oh you want to hear about that, okay.

Well, here's what happened.

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I was in the bathroom before class started. Like always. I was just fixing my hair, feeling extremely self conscious about my appearance. So many laughs and so many whispers.
That's when she walked in and just stood in the doorway. Like she was a door, that wouldn't open or budge. Nothing was going to make her move until she was done with me. Nothing at all.

I tried walking past, hearing the bell ring. I don't not want to be late.

"Just let me go by," I pleaded.

"No," She said in her usual bitchy tone.

"Look, just get the fuck out of my way and we don't have to talk ever again."

"Oh you aren't getting off that easily, bitch."

That's when she lunged forward, and grabbed me.
She dug her fingernails into my neck till it was bleeding. I tried defending myself, but she was to strong. I was a weakling. I always have been.

I was running out of air, fast.

Little by little, blackness was coming. For some reason, I was welcoming it. No more laughing. No more whispers. No more beatings. No more judging.

What seemed like an eternity, she let go, the blackness fading away as my lungs filled with air. My body grateful for the air, my mind sad she let go. She could've ended it.

She spat in my face,

"Yeah you're such a tough bitch aren't you. Going around and almost killing people for fun."

"I have a purpose. Not for fun, you ruined my life! You deserve this," she shouted.

"Just keep telling yourself that bitch."

She walked out, steaming mad. I could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears. I haven't talked to her sense that day. And I hope I never do.

I try to stick up for myself all the time, but it never gets me anywhere good. I mean, I still do it. I just want to feel like I'm something other than worthless.

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Do I miss her? No. Do I still get bullied? Yes. Will it go away? Probably not.

Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Something important.

Her name was Isabelle.

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~Edited 7/26/16~

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