Sorry Doesn't Fix Everything

Chapter 1: Trapped

I woke up again.

I was surprised, yesterday I used a steak knife for cutting, guess I have to press harder tonight.

Taking a deep breath I sit up and make my way to the bathroom.

I see that distraught face once again.

Mascara smeared, dark circles under my eyes, tear streaks.

I was a mess.

My clothes were sticking to me with sweat and it was hard peeling them off, trying not to rub my new cuts.

I turned on the shower, letting it hit my back.

Why do I exist?

I never wanted to in the first place.

If it wasn't for my mom sleeping around, life wouldn't be a thing.

And it would be better that way.

I grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed my face, hair, legs, arms and so on.

But once I went to scrub my arms, soap dripped onto my cuts, stinging my forearm.

I smile, feeling the sting.

I turn off the water and grab a towel heading back to my room.

School was going to start in half an hour and I had to get going or else my mom would...

I put on my usual clothes, grab my bag and leave.

I walk the same street that I've been walking for days.

I see students from my school boarding buses. Some pointing at me, laughing, whispering.

By the time I reach school, its filled with students in the hallways.

Like always I get slammed into the lockers, spit on, pinched, punched, squeezed.

And by the time I reach my locker, I already feel like going home.

But I can't.

I'm stuck here.

In this hell they call school.

Trapped.