till i get back

Lie to Me//11:18pm

i wish we never met

They had given me everything.

they gave me love.

but i guess all of that can be fake too.

. . . i was walking down the hallways, the walls painted a blank white and the tiles stained with dusty footprints.

I heard the muffled laughs and whispers surrounding me. their eyes scrunched up with amusement and their mouths moving fast with gossip.

just stop already

i put my head down even more, scrunching up my shoulders.

my hair could no longer shade my face as i had cut it the week before.

i remembered my hair falling in clumps on the floor, tears running down my face.

a group of girls, fully loaded with makeup, stopped me in my tracks.

one of them, a skinny brown haired girl, spat in my face.

and the others pushing me around and tugging at the fabric of my clothes.

"stop it" i struggled out as one of them tried to pull my jacket off

their laughs roared in my brain, louder than anything i've heard of.

i made a break for it, pushing past them in a split second and running out of the school.

i didnt need this.

i knew i'd get caught again,
i knew they would find me.

just put me somewhere else

i ran to the nearest park and sat on the bench, taking off my uncomfortable shoes and setting my back pack beside me.

i had only sat there for a minute, when a familiar van pulls up.

i sigh as i see it's them.

foster mommy and daddy here to yell at my ass again.

I hear the car door shut and the crunch of the grass, as he stomps up to me and grabs me by the collar of my shirt.

i flinch back, only for him to pull me closer to his face.

"why the fuck are you here?"

i say nothing response.

he lets go my shirt and instead grabs my wrist and drags me to the van.

i quickly fumble for my backpack.

im shoved into the backseat and the car drives away from the park.

"you're almost not worth the struggle for the money"

she spats, her long brunette hair falls in waves on her shoulders.

her eyes hazel with a dark overlay like if you saw her you'd know not to mess with her.

my mistake.

i sigh quietly, leaning on the car window, watching the trees whirl by.

the trees are free;

im not.

after a few minutes the car stops and im being yanked out to my house.

i cry out as her long nails dig into my arm surely to cause a bruise.

"let go" i choke out, clawing at her long, pale arm.

she lets go but i fall backwards to the ground.
i see her walk away.

not a second after i fell, a hard pain shoots in my side.

i try to get up and turn around, clutching my stomach, but i get kicked again in the side.

theres no air.

i cant breath.

i keep gasping and gasping and gasping, tears running down my face cause me to gasp even more.

it suddenly all stops but it doesnt feel like it.

im curled up into a fetal position, my hands pulling my hair, my breath still heavy.

every breath hurts.

everything hurts.

everything's numb.

i lay there for probably 20 minutes before trying to move.

i slowly make it down the hallway to my room, having to use the wall for support.

right when i was standing in the doorway, i felt all my weight give in, and black consumed my conscience.

i felt my body hit the ground, not much pain coming from it as i passed out.

there was nothing yet i felt so hot and sweaty.

i didnt feel unconscious.

and i woke up dripping with sweat.

IT ISNT IN MY BLOOD.