Involved

8

I walk into the library and sit at a table near a window. I pick up my book and begin to read. I don't eat much, and I can't afford to eat at school either. I get called names because of it, like skinny. The words don't effect me, I'm so used to it. Suddenly cold liquid pours onto me "oops" a voice says, I get up and face the culprit, typical plastic Barbie bitch. I swing a punch at her knocking her out "oops" I say mimicking her.

I rush to the bathroom and clean myself the best I can. I wince when I wipe my jumper down, I put my sleeve arm in my mouth and scream in pain, fucking fuckety fuck, that hurts. I remove the sleeve and continue to wipe myself legs dry. I put my head under the hand dryer to try and dry my hair. After 10 minutes it begins to feel dry, I quickly brush my hair.

I begin to head to class when my phone buzzes, I pick it up. Father: Come home now. My hand shakes, I can't breathe, I stumble to the floor, I huddle my knees to my chest, just breathe, breathe, my chest tightness. Black dots start to fill my vision "help" I shout but comes out as a whisper.