The years went by like weeks . She did the same thing everyday for 5 years. She woke up, got ready , went to school , came home , slept . That was her life . How did she do it ? She ignored everyone , the eyes were always there , staring at her . The words got harsher and louder as the years went on. The insults got more physical and her life went down the drain. She didn't have any social media or technology other than an iPod . Her family didn't spend their money on her due to her "lack of respect". Although what her family mean by that is "because she isn't normal".
It was coming up to prom and her mum forced her to go out and try on dresses.
"What about a blue dress?" Her mum was pushing her towards the changing room to try it on . Elle turned around and finally decided to talk.
"No mum , not the blue one , not any of them! I'm not going to that stupid fucking prom when all that will happen is I will get judged by people like I have for the past 5 years of being in that fucking hell hole" by this time , tears were starting to fall down Elle's face
"But dear"
"No but dears mum. I'm not going. If you actually listened to a word I said to you , you'd know why but you don't give a shit about how people treat me"
Elle throws the dress at her mum as she hears the surrounding audience mumble about the "attention scene". She gets outside and continues to walk , she could feel all eyes on her but she had learnt how to block the feeling out after all this time.
She found a bridge and sat under it. She throws her bag in front of herself and rummages through it to find her box of cigarettes. She pulls of out of the box with her shaking hand and lit it up . The tears streamed down her face still and she breathed in the intoxicating fumes. She calms herself down and rests her head on her knee. She was happy school was finally over but now she had to prepare for college . She wasn't ready for even more years of being called out for being different.
"Elle?!"
She could hear her mother calling for her .
Elle sat there contemplating wether to go home or to finally leave , she stubs out her cigarette and walks towards her mothers cry.
As she walks she hears footsteps behind her , but she couldn't feel the eyes .
That's strange .
She continued to walk and thought nothing of it until she gets pulled behind a wall and gagged .
She didn't scream , she just sat there .
She wasn't scared
She knew that if this was it , no one would care.
