The Diary Of A Broken Girl

Chapter Two

⚠️ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE!! ⚠️
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Dear Bully,

Your weren't at school today.

I was a little happy about that because I thought I would get a break from your friends today. That was until your friends came up to me before school and dragged to the back of the school by my hair.

I don't think anyone saw us but if they did they wouldn't care, probably thought I deserved it.

They went too far this time. Jake and Mason held me while Max repeatedly kicked and punched my stomach, until the bell went for first class. By the time they were done I couldn't move much.

I just sat against the wall for awhile trying not to focus on the pain. Soon I went to the bathroom to how bad the damage was. Unfortunately for me my whole stomach was black blue and purple. I didn't need to cover anything up with makeup.

The rest of the school day consisted of me avoiding your friends and trying to ignore the pain all over my body.

Something interesting happened I got a note in my locker saying the go to the library after school. I didn't know if I should but what have I got to lose.

When I got to the library I sat at a table in the back and started to read while I waited for this mystery person.

I was surprised when Jake and Mason sat across from me. I was worried that something bad might happen but something told me I should trust them.

I don't know what I was thinking at the time but I had the right idea to trust them.

They explained to me that they were sorry and didn't want to hurt me. That they were scared that if he stood up for me that the boys would hate him and hurt him as well. Jake and Mason were scared because the boys are his only friends and he didn't want to lose them.

I ended up forgiving them but Jake and Mason didn't want you or the boys to know afraid of losing friendship or being hurt.

After that I had work at the cafe. I saw you there you stayed there for a few hours. You looked angry and hurt I don't understand it myself but I was worried for you.

I noticed that your knuckles were cut like you had gotten into a fight or something. You didn't order much only a coffee or two. You didn't even look up from the table or call me names. You just sat there staring at the coffee or the table.

Why are you hurt?

Is it something at home?

Is that why your always angry or hurt?

I want to help but I'm helpless I can't even stop myself from cutting my body most days. Nathan I know that your a good person on the inside but I don't understand what hurt you so bad that your feel the need to hurt someone, I just wish I could help.

Soon I had to do home thankfully my father was passed out from all the alcohol he had drunk. So that means that I could treat my bruises before going to sleep on the floor since my father doesn't think I'm worthy of having a bed or mattress to sleep on.

I'll write again. your broken girl,
- Sophia