One Day

School

     "Beat her Elisha." Is all he said. I knew this wasn't going to be good. She walked up to me and stopped when she saw i still had her tea in my hands, she took it and dumped in on my head. I scream in pain but soon my screams turn to gasps for air. She kept hitting my stomach until i was on the floor. She was laughing at the sight of me. I was covered in blood and I could tell I had blisters on my body. She went to kick me again till the doorbell rang. I signed with relief. I knew it was her best friend, Cassy. Cassy is a huge bitch but still has a kind-Ish heart. She begged my parents and sister not to beat me while she was there. They all agreed. They treated her like she was the second daughter. Sometimes when she sleeps over, she would come up to my room and see if my wounds were infected. Again, she may act nice to me in secret but she still bullies me. She just hates seeing cuts and bruises on anyone.   She says that they are just something to make you look ugly. When I was younger, I got really bad burn from my father and she saw it and waited till 3 in the morning and sneaked into my room and helped me take care of them, she also would sneak books into my room. She has always known I love music and books, but the one thing I like about her is that she believes in brakes. She never used to bully me. It was until middle school when her and Elisha became bad asses. She loved it. She let the power get to her. But soon was snapped out of my thoughts yet again when someone grabbed my arm. "Slut go clean yourself off you look like roadkill. No wait what's worse the round kill? Oh! You look like you mother." John said. Yes, my foster parents knew my parents before they died. They were really close to each other. I sometimes think they hate me because they think their death was my fault.  But they knew damn well when they spoke ill of my parents it pissed me off. I hold my anger in. Just wait you whore you'll get what you deserve. Just wait. I thought. I slowly walked to the stairs. As I walked past the door, I saw Cassie with her beautiful ways and style. No wonder she is popular. She is gorgeous. I sighed and made my way to my room. Once in my room I started to cry. Why do they fucking hate me? What the fuck did I do? I screamed and punched my wall. All over my room there is holes or knifes in my walls. I know it's kind of bad but it's the only way. I heard a knock on my door. I looked really confused at my door, No one knocks on my door they just break in. I walked to my door and open it to see Cassy looking at my wound almost in a second. "Cassy what are you doing here you're going to get yelled at." I said kind of concerned. I may hate Cassy but it's a love hate i mean she is the reason why i am able to hide my wounds or bruises. She showed me how to use make-up and hide it all. "No, I won't I told your sister I needed to use the bathroom and she is also flirting with Ryan. Like ew I don't need to see my best friend and brother flirting." My heart broke a bit. Yes, I had a major crush on her brother. He is 17 and he is fine as fuck. Like abs so sharp you can cut yourself on them. I hid my slight pain and walked to my bathroom and started to wash the dried-up blood. "Hey, don't clean them like that. You're going to hurt yourself." I sighed as Cassy said that. "Cassy, can I tell you something?" The other thing is she kept secrets well. If I wasn't bullied or abused, we would be best friends. "Well duh who else will make sure you look at least decent." she giggled. I couldn't even fake a smile. She looked at me with a sad look. "Look something happen last night. And I---I just couldn't deal with it anymore." I showed her my arm " Why the fuck do they hate me." I started to cry. I hear Elisha scream Cassy's name. "I'm coming!"  she yelled back. I looked at her. "Go I'm ok I have about 20 minutes till the bus comes have a nice day." I said with a fake smile. She looked at me sadly, but soon left. I sighed and continued cleaning my dyed-up blood and put patches on the small cuts that are there. Once I clean everything up, I got dress in a black top with the batman symbol on it and black jeans. With my white vans. I brushed my hair and tried my best to hide all of the bruises and cuts on me. Some ended up looking like old cuts. I know I shouldn't even try to put make-up but I wanted to feel pretty. I put eyeliner on with a smoky eye. I really love it when I put effort to look pretty. I smiled at myself in my broken mirror. I walked down the stairs and tried not to look at my mother. My father was passed out in his chair. I somehow got out of my house without her seeing me with makeup on. They don't care if i use it to cover up everything but to use it as it supposed to, I would get burned. I smiled and walked to the bus stop, I got their kind of early so I took out my phone and listen to music. I know shocking I have a phone; they gave me one so they can make sure to send me what to do when i get home or threat texts. I mostly use it for music or reading. Soon I heard the bus came and I got on, I sit in the back... No this isn't the type of bus where you can sit where ever you want. Nope we have assigned seating. Lucky me I sit alone. I started to hum along with the song I listen to. Soon I was quietly singing to myself. "I know you will still love me the same

'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen

And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways

Maybe it's all part of a plan

Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes

Hoping that you'll understand

That, baby, now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

Thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are (oh, oh)" I sang to myself. Soon I saw the school came into sight. "Fuck." Is all I could say, I love learning but damn, being bullied made me hate school. I sighed and got ready for the bus to stop. I somehow knew this day would be bad.