Scars ※ Fillie

chapter two

walking into school today was very awkward . people who normally ignored me were continously staring .

i even had someone walk by me twice to get a good look . girls were pointing and boys were smirking ,as if i were some animal in a zoo.

im milie bobby brown ,17 years old , living in an emotionally abusive house since i was 3 years old .
I wasn't ever the prettiest , at the time I was struggling with my weight , and I struggled in school a lot .
I got made fun of a lot and I didn't have any friends .

i have an eating disorder

I'm accused

I'm hated

I inflict self-harm

I'm innocent , everyone knows it.

i get abused everyday verbally , physically or online because of how i look like , my short brown hair , my weight and my clothes well today i was wearing black long sleeve shirt to hide my scars , a tropical sunset red t-shirt , straight leg jeans in blue forest , black converse, and a punk backpack.

keeping my head down ,i walked to my locker , hoping no one would talk to me.

i picked up my math and psychology notebooks and of course my camera , grabbing my backpack , i closed the door locker , "move out of the way ugly" the freckled boy says and pushes me into my locker he's one of the most popular boys in school I don't remember his name but he's the ex-boyfriend of Kendall vertes the queen bitch .

Anyways

my books fall to the floor, I bend down to pick them up "yeah we'll see wolfhard you will regret it you fucking bastard " Romeo yelled as he moved his eyes towards me "what are you looking at freak !!" I mumble nothing

Few moments later

SLAM ! just another day in my life . SLAM ! just me getting slammed into lockers over and over again . SLAM ! but I deserved it .

I look up to see my bully . Romeo . Smiling at me feeling pain .

Worthless
Ugly
Disgusting

He yells at me until it feels like I have those words tattooed on me . In a way , they are on my wrists.

The bell rings . Finally . I grab my things and run out of the school before he could catch me .I don't stop running until I get home . And I only have 20 minutes to start cooking before my father gets home .I run in and drop my bag on the ground , and quickly get into the kitchen and start cooking.

20 minutes later , he's home.

The doors opens then slams shut .

"My food better be ready !"

I quickly run to the table and place the food into his spot .

"Here it is"

I look over to where he is standing , to see him staring on the ground . I look at the ground and realize .

"What is this ?" He says , clearly angry .

"It's my bag. It must've spilled when I set it down.i'll pick it up"

I walk over to my bag and start cleaning up everything that fell out . Well I tried to . I got dragged off the floor by my hair .

"Maybe next time it won't spill!" He said while he punched me in the stomach

I yell in pain "please father!!"

He stopped and looked at me , then hit my stomach again.

"You aren't my daughter.its all your fault they're gone !"
Hits me again

"Buts it's not!" Again

"Yes.it.is!" Again

He threw me to the ground "I'm going to bed.clean up this mess." He tells me before throwing his glass of water against the wall . Causing a bunch of glass to go everywhere .

It takes me about an hour to clean up the glass , the food , and my blodd. I drag myself upstairs , and up to the bed .

I took my razor blade beside my bed and start cutting I just want to feel the pain , to see the blood ...

That razor blade has become my closest companion .

Boo please comment on my story and vote !! Hope u enjoy the chapter