Words Cut Deep

        The sounds of cheering in the back ground as I lean in to kiss Brett Jackson, the lead quarterback.

I look up and Jennifer has her eyes locked on me. This makes it even better. This is what she gets for leaving me right when we got to high school to be a preppy little cheerleader.

      Right when Brett leaves the gym Jennifer and her followers approach, this should be fun. “Ewe Vicky you’re so gross! Why would you kiss him?!” she whines. Blah blah, I really don’t care what she thinks. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of fighting with her. I’m done with her, I’m going home. “Don’t Walk Away From Me! Get Her Girls!” She screams. Three of her girls come after me, I try to get away but I was too late! They jerked me like a puppet and threw me into the wall. I hear a buzzing in my ears and my visions blurry, but I can tell everyone’s laughing at me. I just wish someone would care enough to help me. But that’s not going to happen no one at this school likes me because of Jenny. She told everybody all these lies about me just so they wouldn’t like me. I Hate her so much!

     But no, she’s perfect isn’t she?! Well no, she’s not! I know everything about her but I would never tell anyone, I’m not like that. I don’t like to make peoples life miserable just because mine is.

      I want to leave. Leave this school, right now! But I have no where to go. I’m scared to go home. I’m constantly in fear. Everywhere I go someone’s talking crap about me, or pushes me, slaps me, maybe even hits me. My mom died in a car crash when I was nine. But it’s fine now. It was seven years ago. Ever since I lost her it’s just been me and my dad. I loved him, seven years ago. I mean I still do, its just he hurts me. Everyday when I come home from school he beats me. He’s always drunk. I’m scared oh him. I’m scared to go home. I’m not really sure I can call it a home.

     I’m about to walk through the doors of my “house.” “Tori! Get in here now!” my dad screams from his room up stairs. I slowly make my way up to him. I’m not going to lie, I was scared. Right as I open the door I can smell the beer. It's only 3:15 and he’s stone cold drunk! He tries to get up and walk over to me, but he just plop’s back in his old ugly chair. “The school called today sayin’ something about some cheerleaders ganging up on you?” I had nothing to say about it so I just stared at him with a blank face. “Answers me when I’m talking to you!” these words stream into my head then right before I know It Baam! The last thing I saw was an un-open beer can flying right at me!

        I woke up laying in the same spot. Of course he wouldn’t care to move me to my bed or anything. I start to stand up and walk to my bathroom. My head is buzzing! Ahhh. When I look in the mirror right between my eyes is a huge, deep cut! There is dry blood all over my face. All I can do is cry. I can’t stop! I am screaming for help but no one seems to hear me. No one cares if I’m in pain, no one would care if I killed myself. And I think that’s the only way to get rid of all this pain, the pain of living in a world where no one wants you to be.

      I wash my face off, don’t really see the point. Under all this blood is an ugly, useless sixteen year old no one could ever care about, could ever love.

         I look around the house and my dads no where to be found. I don’t want to be awake when he gets home. I grab a bag of chips and go to bed. When I get up for school I go to the bathroom and there is more dry blood all over my face! I wash it off once more, put my hair up in a bun and head to school.

      “Ewe! Look at her face!” “I bet she tried to kill herself after what happen with jenny.” That’s all anyone one would say. No one asked if I was okay, no one asked what happen, no! They just walked by and laughed. They laughed at me. They make fun of my life. Of me. No one really knows what my lives like. The pain I have to face. All on my own.