Catch My Heart {Danielle Bregoli}

Thirteen

I woke up early the next morning to find Jc sitting on a couch watching family guy..In Spanish. "What the fuck, can you even understand that?" i burst out laughing.

"Some of my ancestors are spanish and mexican, i can understand a little, besides i took it in school"

I shook my head and then walked in the bathroom.
Doing my natural routine, I stripped down and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water fall against my tan body. It was refreshing and relaxing. I hadn't felt like this in a while.

I lathered up the soap and began to rub it all over my body when i noticed the bruising and scars all over my body. I installs felt self conscious to even be around JC.

The water washed away the soap, washed my hair and climbed out the shower, wrapping myself in a provided towel. These were cosy.

As i stood there, looking at myself in the mirror i knew instantly i looked a mess. Beaten and Bruised to the core.

"Is everything alright in there?" i heard Jc yell.

"Great!" i yelled back. But it really wasn't.

For years i had been physically beating myself up, trying to snap myself out of life, why did people even bully me in school? what did i ever do?