Alone

Telling

Ryder's POV.

   I get up off the ground once I hear him walk downstairs. It happened again. This guy is insane. I limp over to the mirror and look at my face. My lip is cut and swollen, and I seriously hope my lip ring doesn't get infected. I touch a bruise right above my temple and wince. I lift up my shirt, revealing a bruise in the center of my stomach, and on my side.

   I angrily grab my skateboard and stomp down the stairs. I'm not dealing with this. I ride all the way down to the social services office, then walk inside. I walk straight into the office I was in before. Ms.Shay looks up, surprised. I ball my fists at my sides and walk towards her desk.

   "How can I help-" I cut her off.

   "My foster parents are f*cking sick! Look what he f*ckin did to me," I say, lifting up my sweatshirt. She stares at me for a second. "Aren't you gonna do something?!" I scream at her and slam my hand down on her desk. She jumps.

    "Um...hold on," she picks up her phone and starts muttering into the phone. I cross my arms as she calls multiple different people. I pace the room, my anger practically spilling off of me.

    Suddenly someone grabs my arm, and I turn around to see a man, I have no idea who he is. That stupid lady must have called security on me. He drags me out of the office, not listening to my protests. He throws me into the main room where I see Bill and I think the ladies name was Nancy. Fear strikes me when I see them, but then I immediately feel ashamed for fearing them.

   Oh wait a second. They're  probably here to get in trouble. I smirk at them as the get called into the office, and they glare at me. I sit down in a chair, feeling smug. They'll pay, they'll go to jail for child abuse. And I'll...I'll sue them. Yeah, that sounds good.

    A few minutes later I'm called in. I walk in and keep my distance from them.

   "Thank you guys for being able to come so....unexpectedly," she says, glancing at me. "You guys have been a part of the system for as long as I can remember, and I know that what he claims is just a phase, a way to rebel. This isn't the first time a kid has done that. So I was thinking about putting him into counseling, to help-" I cut her off once again.

   "f*ck no. I'm not lying, I have bruises to prove it, why would I lie about this?! I'm not f*cking rebelling!" I yell at her.

   "Look, we already know you aren't the best in school, and you tend to lie a lot. I know that it's hard being in foster care, but please don't take it out on them. They have been in the system so long, we know they wouldn't do that hun. We will put some looking into it to make sure there is no abuse, but I'm positive there isn't. Your first counseling session starts next week," she says in an overly sweet and annoying voice. I stand up and storm out of there. No f*ckin help.

   I skateboard back to the house, and when I get there, they're  already there. I walk in quietly, the tip toe up the stairs. I'm a bit slow do to my stupid messed up ankle. Thanks, Bill.

   I lay on my bed and groan loudly, hating my life. Kill me. Kill me now. I feel tears start falling, those little b*stards. I push myself up, causing a headache to form. Why me?? Why can't anyone just believe me?

   Worthless.
 
   Piece.

   Of.

   Sh*t.

   I push the voices into the back of my head, then walk to the bathroom. I pick up a razor. I know I shouldn't do it, but d*mn it, it's so relieving. The coldness of the razor mixing with the warmth of my blood just feels so...relaxing.

   When I finish I wash off my wrist, then I lay down on my bed. I hear footsteps, and then a nock on my door. "Go away," I say loudly. I hear whoever it is try to open the door, but I locked it.

   "Open the f*ckin door you sh*t head!" he screams, banging on the door. I close my eyes and bite my lip. I pick up my phone and text Kylie, we exchanged numbers last time.

    I close my eyes, and instead of pushing away what I hear Bill yelling, I listen to it. I listen to the banging of the door, the twisting of the doorknob. These are the sounds I have to get used to...but maybe not for long...

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