Treat me like somebody

The gift

~~jasmine~~

As I woke up on the floor with a swollen eye and busted lip I noticed a pink box with a blue ribbon beside me.

I sighed loudly and didn't even bother to open it ,because I already knew it was from Malik.

Each time he hits me the next day I always wake up with a gift laying beside me it's like he tries to cover up my scars and bruises by bribing me with gifts and sweet talking me, and tries to get me to forget what he's done to me the present day, but how can I forget something like that.

Each time he yells at me and hits me it only makes me feel less than a person I already am and each day I try and make it and pull through even though each day, week and month have become harder and harder for me.

Some days I just want to stop breathing because I don't see a reason for me to live but I know it's a reason for everything and my day will come for me to be truly happy , eventually.

I walked in the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed for class , but I caught a glimpse of the bruises on my body and face as I walked past the mirror. I looked terrible , but I know I can pull myself together and at least look presentable for school a little make up always works.

Graduation is less than four months away and I still don't know what college I want to go to with all the stuff going on with malik I haven't really had time to figure out what I want to do or where I want to go , but I plan on going to college to become a nurse.

Since I've always wanted and loved to help people , I think it would be the perfect job. It's  kind of sad I like to help people , but I can't even find a way to help myself out of the situation I've gotten myself into or find a good guy to talk to.

Malik and I have been talking for nearly a year and I still can't seem to get away from him , with him being one of the biggest dope boys in LA of course he has the hook up and the connections.

He always has somebody watching my every move especially when he leaves to go to his trap house.

I can't even go to a friend's house without him calling me and asking me where the hell do I think I'm going. I have to admit , his ass is crazy ass hell I don't even know why I starting messing with him in the first place. I guess looks can really be deceiving.

Gosh, I wonder how he's going to react when I graduate and leave for college. I can already see it , all hell is gonna break lose considering the fact he doesn't like me being anywhere else,  but with him.

After, I got out the shower I dried myself off put my panties on and bra and brushed my teeth , since my hair was already wet I just brushed it into a quick messy bun since it would take hours for me to actually take the time and do it since it's so thick , so I did the quick and easy and called it a day.

Next , I slipped on my blue jean pants . Then , put on my black crop top with matching black sandals.

After, I was done putting my clothes on I looked in the mirror and applied makeup to my left eye to try and cover up the black eye that was beginning to get darker and darker. Once , I was satisfied with my makeup I grabbed my keys and walked downstairs and luckily Malik was already gone assuming he went off to handle business ,it made it easier for me to get in my car and leave.

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