Bullied

Chapter 3

Jessica's POV

I woke up to an annoying ringing in my right ear.

I turn off my alarm and realized today was my moms birthday. Usually we would go to dinner and a movie, but we haven't done that since she started to drink. I always feel extra sad on my parents birthdays because other people celebrate and I get beat up. So I never really win.

I change into a white tank top, a maroon flannel, dark wash skinny jeans and my white converse again. I keep my hair down and walk downstairs to find my mom and dad making out on the kitchen counter. I try to get passed them as my mom calls.

"Hey bitch! It's my birthday! That means I get to boss daddy around... beat her until she bleeds!" she screams.

I run for the door and just as I'm about to leave my dad pulls me back in. He pushes my shoulders and I hit the washing machine making me groan in pain.

"Happy birthday darling!" My dad evilly smiles at my mom as he punches me several times in the face making my nose bleed uncontrollably as I cough up blood.

He soon lets me go and I run for the door again. I make it outside successfully this time and limp to school. After two minutes of walking my body kept coughing up blood and my nose wouldn't stop. I grabbed onto a railing by a house and got on my knees. I continued to throw up blood and now it was rapidly. All I could really do was cry praying someone would help me but that is one in a million.

"Fuck my life" I said as I finally stopped.

I grabbed my blade and hid in some bushes. Thank god I woke up extra early today so I wouldn't be late.

On my left wrist I carved all the words people have said to me throughout the years.

"Faggot"

"Useless"

"Shit Face"

"Unimportant"

"Attention seeker"

"Ugly"

"Fatass"

And on my right I carved the one word I wanted to be.

"Perfect."

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After I was done cutting I wiped my blood on a tissue paper I had in my backpack and rolled down my flannel.

I got up and walk to school again.

"Aye! Fatass Pig! Come here!" Of course could my day get any better.

On my moms birthday I would never show any emotion unless I was alone because I feel as if I'm letting her down by doing so.

I walked over to Justin's "gang" and kept my face hidden.

"So you tried to kill yourself?" He laughs.

This can't be happening. Not now. If there was one thing that would make me cry was my attempt. That's all.

"Answer me!" he spat.

"Y-Yes" I shake my head trying not to cry. Not today.

"Go boys I'll take care of her." he smirked.

They all walked away leaving me in an awkward silence with Justin.

"So shit face, isn't it your moms birthday today?" oh no.

I nodded.

"Aw so on this day your mommy was born making you ever exist?" he said in a baby voice.