Killed by words

The morning it began

Heyooo, this is my second book which will hopefully be a bit longer than my previous story. I hope you like it, I tried to do more of a thriller/ mystery as I've had this story idea for a while and I'm finally writing it.

Enjoy the story and peace out✌️😊

Imagen getting bullied so intense that you cry yourself to sleep every night. Almost hating every small part of your body that wasn't an insecurity until they mentioned it. Wanting to hurt herself so the physical pain can take over. As physical pain is better than mental. Mental issues create a monster inside and out of you. Closing you from the outside world and making you feel like your not worthy enough of happiness, worthy enough of living. Which i'm not. I don't deserve to be happy. Thats what they said. They tell me I'm fat. They tell me I'm stupid. They tell me all these things and I just can't take it anymore. I am fat. I am stupid. I am worthless. 

The main bully was a girl called ivy which matched her personality very well because she's poison. That's what we call her. The outcasts. She criticises everyone for there looks or the way they act. She makes you feel so small that you just don't want to live no longer, in this cruel, painful world. She's obviously insecure but I don't get why. She didn't have to cope with being ugly. She had beautiful long golden locks that made her ocean eyes stand out. She just glows in the sun and even at night she glistens with the stars. She had long legs that reached up to her curvy hips. However, anyone can feel insecure even the most popular and prettiest model. It's the brain that's telling you different. It's a real shame that ivy had such a poison personality. She wanted everyone to feel down because she didn't feel happiness herself. She didn't feel happiness, so we don't deserve it either.

The day that I found out about the special things I could do was an average day. Well, so I thought. I woke up to the smell of burnt toast that my older brother charli was making on this gloomy monday morning. I knew it was him who was making the toast because he really has no talent with cooking. I got changed out of my Mickey mouse pajamas into my school uniform. As I lived in a small town in England called Bristol I unfortunately had to wear these scraggy uniforms that were extremely baggy and uncomfortable on me. The skirt were grey and ended at the bottom of my scrawny knees. I had a blazer with a blue and white tie around my neck that I had to get my mum to do every morning. To add to that I had a dark grey jumper which covered my creased unironed shirt.
                                                                After doing my routine Charli drove me to school like he did every morning. I used to take the school bus until I got punched right in the nose by one of Ivy's best friends, just by sitting in her seat without realising. I was thinking of punching her back but I wasn't raised like that and I knew better. Blood gushed down my mouth onto my chin as I walked in my house to my mum who was furious by the whole incident. She insisted to phone the school but I begged her not to. I didn't want this to get any worse that it already was.

Since that day my brother kindly drove me to school. When I say 'kindly' I really mean that my mum forced him to take me and if he didn't, she would stop giving him pocket money. So he really had not choice but I would like to think that he did it cause he loved me.

My brother stopped his car, I layed my eyes directly at the big building that lay across the road.

"Time to get to school before your late. Again." Charli said before unlocking the door for me.

Here goes nothing I thought while pulling the car door handle open.