"I'm scared to be loved,"
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It's been a hard life for Y/N.
Ever since she was born, she's been thrown into a string of foster homes that haven't treated her well. Abuse and fear have riddled her life.
Until she reaches one home...
The clock seems to make noises that tick me off, the girl's foot next to me tapping on the floor. My eye twitches with irritation as I write with my pencil, pressing down on the tip hard. The room is dead silent, but it seems as if so many noises are filling the room.
Garroth and Aaron sit on the opposite side of the classroom, Aaron watching me like a hawk and Garroth giving me an occasional glance. The clock ticks, second by second, minute by minute, the sound echoing through my head. The girl's foot begins to tap faster and faster, until my pencil snaps.
Faster than I can think, I'm out of my seat, heading straight for the door in front of the confused classroom.
"Ms. L/N!" I hear the teacher call my name as the door slowly shuts. My hair flies past my shoulder as I run down the hallway, nausea and a sense of dizziness hitting me at once. I pull open the bathroom door and shove open the door to a stall, vomiting the contents out of my stomach. It brings a sour taste to my mouth, burning my throat as it drops into the toilet. This isn't the first time I've felt this before.
Spitting out the remains, I push down the handle, slowly leaning back onto the stall wall. Tears well up in my eyes, sucking in a breathing looking up to avoiding breaking down in a school bathroom. Everything seems to be hitting me at once, a death, a secret, the lies, and the hopelessness.
"Fuck..." I hit the wall, the thud echoing off the walls. I curl into a ball, quietly sobbing into my arms. I can't. I can't keep it together when all I can do is fall apart.
"Well, look who it is." Ginny appears in the stall frame, I slowly glare at her. "Finally, we're alone." She smirks.
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I'm in pain. Not mental pain, but physical pain. On my new phone and some stolen make-up from Athena, I try to hide the dark red eye Ginny has given to me. I've never worn make-up before so it's proving to be a difficult task in not making it obvious. Plus, my leg is acting up again. Yes, Ginny kicked me right on the wound and made it start bleeding again. There was blood on my skirt, and blood on my shirt from my bloody nose. So I changed.
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Now, this pink sweater was the only thing in my locker I could find that would cover my arms. It was either this or Aphmau's giant jacket.
The girls' locker room is quiet, the sound of Katelyn ranting in the background echoing off the walls. Aphmau is trying to calm her down, but to no avail. Lucinda is also in here, watching what's going down.
"When I see her I'm going to punch her in the face and give her a taste of her own medicine!" She punches a locker, I jump, slowly looking at her. "Asshole!" I don't know wether to be afraid of her, or hug her because of how protective she's acting.
"Why does Genevieve beat you up in the first place, I mean, don't you need a reason to bully someone?" I pause, turning to Lucinda.
"You obviously have no experience with bullying. Their reason is because they feel like it, because they're a group of 'mean girls' wanting to be Queen Bee of the school. Also, Ginny blames me for ruining her family." I quickly add, sharply inhaling.
