Waiting For Nothing

Chapter 1: The Past Will Ruin You

"Just knock it off already," he hissed into my ear causing my body to tense up again, anticipating his next hit. The hit was harder than the last one, causing me to slam into the hood of the car.

He pushed me away from the hood, grabbed my arm at the last second and threw me onto the ground. As I hit the ground, I heard a sickening crack; signaling the clean break of a bone. But I was too numb from rage to notice it.

I looked up at him in the pouring rain through slitted eyes, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear despite the pounding rain, "I hate you."

His foot came flying down onto my face once those words left my mouth and then everything went dark.

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Shooting up in my bed, I looked around my simple room with wide eyes, teeth chattering, and my hands shaking. I glanced down at my hands, clenching them tight together to stop the shaking.

A knock sounded at my door, causing me to look sharply at the door. My mother's head popped in, worry etched across her face. "Honey, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just a bad dream." I reassured her with a small smile and she nodded then closed the door.

She never found out what happened. No one did except the person who did it. Nobody ever found out about the bullying; they just thought I lived in an abusive household. When my parents or sibling would question me I would quickly make an excuse. Sure they were suspicious, but they were not ones to pry.

I remember the incident just like it happened yesterday.

At my old school, I was an outcast. I was overweight and nobody cared to talk to me, so I just minded my own business which worked until I hit highschool. Something happened that summer to where I became the target of the popular crowd's bullying. The girls never bothered me, but the guys always did.

One day I had gotten tired of the shoving, tripping, and naming calling that I told them to knock it off before I punched them in the face. They shoved me after I told them that so I ended up punching one of them. The next day I found myself shoved down a flight of stairs on my way out of school.

I had been too surprised to say anything, but when I recovered I noticed who it was. It was the boy with the broken nose with his buddies flanking him. The words he told me always stuck in my head after that:

"You'll pay for what you did."

In my opinion, it was overdramatic for my actions the previous day. Sure I had broken his nose, but he had it coming.

Soon enough I found out that once you break a rich boy's nose, they hate you for life and will do anything to make you live in hell.

That's how I ended up being bullied weekly.

Also how I ended up half dead on the side of the road. Which started when I had been running away from him in the first place and we hit eachother. Then it turned into a full-on rage fight. Which was messed up because I was still a girl and I was just trying to save myself. But he took advantage that he was stronger than me and beat me to a pulp then left me on the side of the road in the rain.

To bleed to death.

To die.

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After that incident I had woken up in the ER, my parents crying beside me. I told them it was a hit and run incident even though they begged to differ. I would never tell them who it was, which made me confused to this day that I wouldn't give up his name.

I left school after that; going to one clear across the country with my aunt. That way I wouldn't have to worry about him. My life got better after that, I managed to find motivation and lost weight. I wasn't skinny nor fat; just in the middle. Previous of the weight loss, I had already lost quite a bit of weight due to the depression I went through after the incident.

I had put the past behind me though, and it was my senior year. I was going to make it the best until I learned that my parents were living in a failing househould. Their marriage was coming apart and so my aunt thought it was best that I try to go and fix it. Maybe she thought that my presence would be a good thing.

For the most part it was, but now it's day two that I've been here and they started fighting earlier today. I got between them and managed to make them stop their bickering.

From my bullying I gained confidence, which now I'm able to hold my head up high despite the fact that my shoulders are still heavily weighed down with thoughts from the past.

Tomorrow was the day that I would be going back to school. I didn't want to, but I didn't have a choice. It was either go back or have no education.

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Not being able to go back to sleep, I got out of bed, and walked out of my room. Whenever I had dreams or thoughts about the past, I walked.

Throwing on a light shirt, denim shorts and shoes, I walked out of the house, shutting the door quietly behind me. The crisp, summer breeze ran through my hair, blowing it around my face. I spat out some hair that went in my mouth.

Once I was a good two blocks away from my house, I sat down on the curb looking up at the stars.

I sat there for a good 15 minutes, just gazing at the sky when I heard a bunch of hooting and horns honking.

"Good grief, it's 2 in the morning. Why would anyone be driving?" I muttered under my breath, as I looked down the street where headlights popped around the corner.

I scooted away from the street light that I had been sitting under and sat on the side of the curb that was shrouded in darkness. 3 cars made their way down the street, obviously speeding. They passed by me, briefly glancing at me when the headlights raked across my body.

I caught eyes with one of the passengers and my heart dropped instinctivly.

Chase.

The boy who made me almost die, caused a permanent writing disability due to a broken arm, and depression that almost made me end my life.

His eyes held mine for a moment, but I knew he didn't recognize me because he quickly looked away as they kept driving.

I looked down at my hands and found that they were trembling.

Placing my head in my hands, I let out the tears that I had been holding in behind the walls that guarded me.

Memories of pain filled my mind. Eventually, I decided to go home. Once I got there I found the house to be silent just like it was before, so I went back to bed. Dreading what was going to occur tomorrow.