Chapter 2

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Troian's POV

I felt someone grab the collar of my shirt and yanked me into the alleyway. They pushed me against the wall and punched me in the face.

People always chase me down the street. They'll push on the ground and they'll beat me until I'm blue. They'll call me mean names and taunt me about everything. I'm kinda used to it because I've been through it numerous times.

"You're going to die, you ugly bitch," Allison, another one of Gwen's friends, said.

"Leave me alone," I said. "What did I ever do to you?"

"What haven't you done?!" Collin, Taylor's boyfriend, said. "You ruined everyone's lives and you think it's fucking okay!"

"I'm not trying to be part of someone's life," I said. "I'm just trying to get through the day."

"Shut the fuck up!" Allison said. "You don't get to speak. It's death to our fucking ears."

Allison smacks me across the face and kicked me in the gut. She throws me on the ground. Collin takes a random object and hits me in the side with it. It's a scuffed-up pole.

Everyone uses things to hurt me, not just words. If words could kill, I'd be dead by now. They don't realize that these mean words will get them anywhere, but they don't care. They love to see my break down and cry for help. They'll laugh. They'll taunt. No one has helped me and it just breaks my heart. There's no heart inside me. It's been gone for so long, I don't even remember. I usually sometimes act like I don't have a heart, so I won't get broken, but I've been broken for so long.

"We don't want to see you tomorrow," Collin said, throwing the pole to the side.

Allison and Collin laugh and walked out of the alleyway. I stood up and walked home.

I opened the door to my house and walked inside. I smell food, my mom is making dinner.

"Troian?" She called from in the kitchen. "Is that you?"

"Yeah," I yelled and then winced from the pain in my side.

I heard her footsteps and she walks into the room. She gasps.

"What happened?!" She said. "Who did this?!"

"Who do you think?" I asked. "Kids from school."

"I didn't think it was this serious," Mom said.

"Mom," I said. "You're not helping with this."

"I'm calling the school and reporting this," She said.

"Please," I said. "Don't call the school. I'll deal with it."

"Are you sure?" She asked. "Because I can talk to them."

"I'm sure," I said.

She nodded and told me it's time for dinner. We're having chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and gravy. I filled my plate with food and started to eat.

"Have you talked to Dad?" I asked, taking a bite of chicken.

"No," She said. "And I'm not going to, Troian."

"Oh," I said. "I'm not hungry anymore. I think I'm going to do some homework."

Mom nodded and I went to put my stuff in the sink. I walked upstairs and into my room. After an hour of doing homework, I got tired and decided to put my homework away. I changed into a comfy pair of clothes and drifted off to sleep.

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