15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Cassette 13: Side A

Now a days it's like the world wants me to be upset.

Koriel, my old old friend. Welcome.
A little backstory about us, Koriel was my "best friend" after days passed he turned into an asshole. He didn't like to see me with other friends. He just wanted things his way. And I was done with it. I think it was at the old park behind the building. He had shoved me inside and locked it. "You are little brat!" Those words always echoed. "Leave me alone!" I remember him grabbing my neck pulling me to him. Then punching my guts.
Elementary was alright..

Intermediate was even better. Everyone knows the doors were locked from the outside. And opened from in. "Still a mute bitch?" You said kicking me down the ditch near the trees. "Why don't you leave me alone, asshole!" I get up limped. "You won't do shit. It's all talk." I got up and punched him. Jaw. He punched my chest. I felt my bone there. I remember. It hurt so bad.

Junior school. Pinned down and beat. "Parare! No more!" I cried. His friends were helping him. Arm for one. I remember how bad my nose was bleeding. Koriel punches my stomach again. I never really did figure out why he hated me so much. Tears falling down my cheeks, "Let me go.."

I came to school with a black eye. In lunch everybody had noticed. But I made I lie about being hit with a baseball. I covered up my eye, when I had a black eye, with my bangs.

High school I came with a small bruise on the side of my cheek bone. Koriel had elbowed me, but I was lucky to get a small hit. I think I lied about it being a small play fight. Not sure.

He had me trapped. I wanted to run but the fear overwhelming me..it made me freeze. Stiffen. Stone. Tall and shady. Like always. He left bruises on the sides of my chest.

To this day they are still there..

"You think you can stand tall like them? You're pathetic." He kicked me down and pulled my hair for me to look up at him. "You're just a weak little bitch."

Maybe that's why I let David step on me like that. I'm terrible. I can't fight. I can't do shit. I'm worthless as it is. All that matters I guess.

Were you satisfied, Koriel? Did you achieve anything? Win a trophy? Got a medal? Pencil even?

I wandered in a store, just glancing around. Koriel you walked up to me. Just smirking. "My have you grown." "Leave me alone..I'm not interested-"
"Because you haven't been filled yet." I felt sick.
"How about you just cut yourself to sleep? Make the world better."
That night I just stood there standing at the razor. I placed hands in hot water, thinking of the burn more than the cut of the razor. I let the silent tears slide down, I was always going to be hated. I was filled with hate and anger. My irritated eyes glared at my reflection.

Crack!
The mirror was broken.

I sat on the ground, scared of myself. I'm a monster.

Where was my voice when I need it the most?..