She Said Sorry

Silence

Song: Silence- Marshmellow and Khalid

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    I took a deep breath and let it out as I sat down beneath the tree. My whole face was sweating. 'I think I lost her' I thought. I got up and wiped my forehead with my sleeve. I started walking down the street towards my house but I felt someone grab onto me.

   "Where do y-you think you're goin'?" Just hearing her voice sent shivers all along my spine even with the stutter... I closed my eyes waiting for the impact and- nothing.

  I open my eyes to see a dark room. I hear a loud echo coming from every direction.
   "Brianna stop! Stop moving! Do you understand me?! STOP!." The echoing voice was a females. A very familiar female voice.

It went dark again and I opened my eyes to meet her light blue eyes that at first look you would see an angel but once you get to know her she's a devil sent from below. She used to be nice. I was someone she would never mess with and me the same. She was popular.... She smirked at me being awoken from what ever that was. It came rushing back to me. Don't let Lucy see me scared. I can do that. I think I just need to stop for some reason I feel I need to just stop.

  I looked up to realise it was raining and looked back at Lucy who had her hand cupping my shirt collar.

   "Now what'd I tell you would've happened if you ran?" She said gripping my shirt tighter. I didn't answer and I felt a sharp pain reach my stomach. I fell to my knees and took a deep breath before cupping my stomach with my hand. I took another breath before standing up again to only meet angry blue eyes.

    She pushed me hard on the ground. But yet again I got up. 'She ain't getting her way this time.' I thought.
  "What are you doing!" She yelled in my face. I didn't move an inch nor did I have any expressions on my face. Although I doubt she even saw my face because it was really dark and it was raining hard now.  She pushed me down again...

"Just stay down! Please..." she yelled at me with a plead at the end. Why? I got back up though and that was when...

  I felt more pain that I have ever felt. She never punched me in the face. I fell to the ground. I could feel blood drip out my nose. I couldn't move, all the pain flooded into my body. It hurt, I tried so hard not to cry in front of her. I coughed and wiped my nose. I tried to get up but failed. I felt a metal taste in my mouth and my face felt very sore.

   Her hands pulled me back up and my feet dangle above the ground I sighed knowing I was most likely going to be thrown on the floor very hard.

   Now I know what your thinking. You think I'm giving up. I'm not. Giving up to me is letting her get what she wants. Every time I run away from her she catches me. Every time I hide she finds me. Every time I fight back she beats me. Every time I ignore her she shouts at me. Just anything I do has a consequence I guess.

  I felt her stare at me so I looked deep in her eyes. I couldn't see her that clear anymore but from the lamp post I could barely see her cold eyes. I felt her let go of me and I slowly felt my feet reach the ground. I had a hard time being able to stand up straight since my feet hurt and my vision was getting bad. I heard her sigh.

    "Go run hurry up.." I heard her voice crack. Is she crying? I stopped. Is it bad I feel bad for her?
  "Hurry go." She whispered barley audible. I ran.

   This is the only chance I got to run. I ran as fast as I could home. I don't care if I trip.

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I made it home soaked and wet. I didn't care what my mom nor what my sister said even though my mom wouldn't say anything... I ran up the stairs and into my room. I sat on the wrinkled blanket in my closet's floor. I sat there for the longest time until I started crying. Why can't I have a normal life? Why do I have to be gay? Why can't I have love? Why do I have to have a bully? Why am I so emotional? I can't even tell anyone I'm getting bullied. My sister's to young to even talk to. My mother doesn't even care. And if you didn't guess already I have no friends. I sit alone everyday at school. I go to the library at lunch. And I sit there in the silence. Even here I do the same. I sit in my dark closet floor and just sit there until all emotions rush into my face and I cry. I can't help it. I do prefer silence because it makes me feel good. Silence is there for me.