The Abused Girl

Gossip

Stormy POV
I wander to the bathroom while removing my clothes. I look at the mirror seeing a pale malnourished girl who didn't have any expression, and I looked into her eyes and they showed no humanity. I moved my hand down my stomach inspecting where James had kicked me. There was a huge purple bruise that covered over half of my frame.

I mouthed "Ow" why turning to get a better look at it. His beatings have gotten worse. I rubbed my chin where there was a new bruise that had formed over the last couple of days. I examined the girl who I saw in the mirror who looked exactly like me but was completely different at the same time. I didn't even reckonize myself.

    I next examined my left leg. The one which is probably broken. My ankle which was bruised and swollen along with the rest of my leg. My knee curved inward every time I was standing up or walking at all, period. I rubbed my back continuously to try and sooth the pain before walking out of the bathroom.

Suddenly I remembered, it's Friday. Most kids praise the weekend. Unlike me. That's when I get hurt the most. So I'd prefer school way more than home where he is. I pull a black t-shirt on with some blue jeans. (Outfit above). I let my black hair fall down loosely instead of putting it back.

     I limp up the stairs and see James passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in hand and snoring for background noise. I take my bag from the counter and eye a lone apple on the counter thinking whether or not to take it. Without thinking I swipe the apple from the stone counter and run out the door.

I sign in relief, and take a long  look at the apple I had just taken from my own house. I limped to school each step o take in agonizing pain. I winced every time I moved an inch in any direction. Looking at my hands where the cuts were, they stinger even more than they did when I actually cut them.

As I approached the school people stared at me. Giving dirty glares and hushed insults. "Hey!" I heard some random person yell. I ignore it cause it obviously isn't directed at me. "Hey!" The person yelled again seemed like they were pushing through a crowd. This time I turned to see the stupid irresistible face of Ashton flagging me down with his hands.

"Oh, for God's sakes?!" I rolled my eyes standing still whole looking in his direction. Ashton pushing through the stubborn crowd. "Stormy!" He yelled. Everyone on the courtyard stopped and turned towards me. The certain eyes that caught my attention were Kristina Davis's.

Her eyes were staring me down like we were at a standoff or something. Shit! I gulped. Even though Kristina was incredibly smaller than I was, she  is still very intimidating. Ashton didn't have such a hard of a time going through the crowd after everyone stopped and glared.

I wanted to hide. To get away from everyone. I had never been the center of attention before. And I could already tell, I didn't like it. Not a bit! Once Ashton had reached me. He looked around and yelled something to everyone to make them stop staring. I was paying too much attention cause I was to busy hyperventilating.

"Why were hey staring at me?" I asked looking up at Ashton "People are just looking for something to gossip about. " He don't waste anytime to look at me whole he said this, so he continued walking straight.

Author's note:
Yes, I know I said I'd post more. And yes I know I haven't, but I have a good excuse! I was sick for a week and could barely see straight my nose was sooo stuffy I couldn't breath through it! That's all I have to say so... See y'all next time!