Rainy's POV:
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Punch...kick to the stomach...stomped on my hand...punch...slap...and the hits kept coming.
This has happened before. At times like this it feels like it'll never end. The hits. The torture. I've finally given up. At times like this I wish I had really stopped breathing that night on the bridge.
Nobody knows this happens. Nobody cares. I know what ur thinking, 'but you have a people that care for you'.
You're right, but not quite. I'm actually quite invisible. At home,my sister is to worried with trying to pay for our home, our food, and helping my brother have a good childhood. At school, my friends know I'm there, but never acknowledged it. When I'm not there it doesn't bother anyone, it doesn't change anything, half the time no one realizes I'm there or not.
If I died it's like no one would notice, nothing would change.
I finally feel relief when I feel no more hits being inflicted on me. I look up to see the faces of my bullies smirking and smiling at each other for their 'job well done'.
"Don't feel so high and mighty now, do you?" Carter had asked as his friends laugh.
"Let's go" and with that they walk away leaving me to drown in my sorrow.
As they walk away,all I is pain. The ache of everything.
I start to feel tired, but being tired isn't so bad. At least while I'm asleep I feel no pain. I slowly start to give into temptations and let the darkness of sleep fall over me.
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I slowly open my eyes, finally feeling strong enough to pick myself up. After a while I got used to the pain and reality sets in and I realized that there is no knight in shining armor. Then is no to help me to pick me up when I've fallen down. I can depend on no one but myself.
Slowly I start to stand and as much as it hurts, I start to walk. It's only been a week since I've gotten my leg brace off and now I'll probably need a wrist brace.
After a few steps, I realized that it's dark outside. I quickly grab my backpack, when suddenly it feels like fire spreads through my hand. I yelled from the sudden pain and clench my hand close to my chest where I hold it.
Then I remember my hand had been stomped on by Kennedy.
I grab my phone from my backpack with my other hand and turn on the flashlight. I quickly examine my hand with the new found light.
It was black and blue and swollen in many places, but you could tell that my index finger and middle finger one my right hand were dislocated.
Breathing in and out slowly, I grabbed my first finger and popped it back in place. I scream from the overwhelming pain.
I grabbed my jacket and bit onto the sleeve as I popped the other finger in place too.
After a while of standing there I decided it was time to get home. Hyde was supposed to work late today and Micky was at a friends for the night.
After a 30 minuet walk, I made it home. As I walked up the stairs I got strange looks from others. When I had made it to my apartment door, I unlocked it and tumbled right into the living room.
I could see I'm the kitchen to were Hyde had cooked Mac and cheese, but didn't care to wait for me. I look at the clock hanging on the wall, it read 10:12.
I walk to my room and wince as I lay down onto my bed. Finally I let sleep concur me one last time and the last thought on my mind is how I'm truly alone.
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