My Everything-Adopted by Ariana

Helpless

Piper's P.O.V

After I finally closed the door after what felt like forever, the smile dissapeared off my face. It should never have been there in the first place. Mrs. Angelina walked pass me,barely acknowledging my presence as I made my way to my shared room.

For the four years I have been here, I shared my room with three monsters- I mean girls; Mackenzie, Violet and Bethany. Like the cliché group of mean girls on typical television shows,there was a ring leader of the three. That was Violet. And me ? I'm the prey. As I quietly made my way into my room, the three girls were nowhere to be found. It was okay, I liked being alone. I pushed my backpack aside as I climbed into my bed. I know what your thinking.... What about homework? Well, sorry for another disappointment because I don't do homework. I'm just too dumb and no one ever helps me so, I just gave up my homework completely. I nuzzled my head into my pillow as I hummed my favorite song currently. "Skyscraper" by Demi Lovato. I only heard it the other day and barely knew the lyrics but, I made do with the tiny piece of the song I had.

My eyes shot open as an excruciating pain came from my head. I probably have only been sleeping for five minutes before being interrupted by what looks like Violet's evil antics. I sat up and noticed I was surrounded by the three girls. I was in trouble. Unfortunately for me, these girls looked like they grew up on a steroid transplant and had way more strength than me.

" Ugly Betty is up now, I see. Well , it's time for you to pay", Bethany said. Her long blonde hair was in a perfect high ponytail that moved every time she talked. How could a ponytail that looked so innocent belong to this evil witch that stood before me? That's when I realized I hadn't responded yet.

"Pay for wha-". Before I could finish, Violet's hand collided with my cheek. The same cheek that was bruised from bumping into the pole earlier. Suddenly, my body returned to its numb form. I couldn't feel any type of emotion. All I felt was pain.

Violet grabbed my brown locks and pulled me off my bed. My head throbbed from the harsh pulling she delivered to me. I felt two cold hands on both my sides that pinned me to the ground. Could they just kill me now?

"How dare you take Ms.Grande from us,yesterday?" , Bethany asked. Her blue eyes were darker than usual. I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. The faster I respond, the faster the pain comes.

" I didn't take her away. She chose to come help me after Violet decided to trip me."

"I hardly believe that. It sounds like she cares about you. Who would care about an ugly prick like you ?", Violet rudely responded as she snorted.

"She does care?", I responded. It came out sounding like a question instead of a statement. That was because I honestly didn't know if she cared about me. I was just Piper. A worthless,ugly,awkward and unwanted girl.

"She doesn't. Your just a charity case for the camera. The camera always feels bad for ugly dogs like you "

With that, Violet's now newly made fist collided with my stomach. A medley of kicks were served to my legs and one to my face. After the last kick, Mackenzie, who just beats me up for the perk of it, spit on my face and the three girls walked away to what I presume was the peace room. I laid on the floor for what seemed like hours but really, was just five minutes. It was like my brain stopped working because my mind was blank. I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw the small puddle of tears on the floor. I didn't know how long I could endure this treatment...or this life.

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I woke up on the floor. Nobody cared enough to wake me up to send me to my bed. I shouldn't have been surprised. I quietly peeked at the large watch I had on my wrist that I used to cover my pain marks. It was 7:10. I had twenty minutes to eat ready and be at school before the girls who made my school life a living Hell would arrive.

I quietly tip-toed to the bathroom I shared. I removed my shirt and quietly looked at my pain marks. They were all over my right arm and some on my thigh. Some were deep while some, I just did with a quick swipe with my razor blade. It all depended on the day's events. I had to add more. One side of my brain whispered to me to shower and go to school. That side was weak. The other side of my brain screamed for me to add more cuts . As always , I listened to this side, and quietly got down on my hands and knees. I felt around under the sink for the blade I often used. Sure enough, I found it and returned back to two feet.

One for all the times I've been hurt

One for Violet punching me.

One for being beat up by those monsters I call room mates.

And one for believing somebody cared for me.