Present Day: June 15th, 2012
I felt my stomach clench as I sit inside of this nerve-racking, painfully-emotional, and depressing room. I took glances at the endless sea of people sitting on cherry-wooden benches from the front of the room. Some are noticeably angry, but others have a look of sorrow. I just want to get out of this town! I don't give a shit anymore about who did what or who said what! I wish to be at peace, and after today no matter, what happens I will get to be at peace. I thought myself feeling hopeless, scared, and very angry all at once.
"Ms. Bryan!" The judge yells firmly in a deep, authoritative tone of voice, causing me to snap out of the ongoing thoughts that I've been having for the few moments. I jolt my head swiftly in the direction of the judge as I went to speak.
"My apologies, your honor, but I'm a little nervous," I reply, truthfully feeling my stomach clench once more. God, please get me out of here! I thought helplessly to myself as the judge spoke in response to my statement.
"That's quite alright, Miss Bryan just take your time and tell everyone what happened." The judge spoke calmly, giving me a warm smile afterward. I turn away from the Judge and look directly into the eyes of the deceitful, despicable man that once called my "father," and I knew that something in my still loves him, even though I want to deny it. I take a deep breath before I went on to speak. Moments later, I open my mouth, and I attempt to talk. However, the sobs of agony arrive in the place of my voice. I put my head on the witness stand, letting myself cry, feeling like a complete and utter fool for losing my composure in such a severe environment.
"Your honor, may I approach the witness stand?" I hear a very muffled voice behind the sound of my uncontrollable sobs. A few moments, I assume that the judge approves the person's request because I heard footsteps coming towards the witness stand. Suddenly I felt soft man-like fingers run through my long, jet- black hair. My body relaxes under the person's touch, and almost instantly, I knew that touch belongs to the love of my life, Julian Rivera. The judge unexpectedly tells Julian to take me to get some water to try and calm myself down. Shortly after the judge gave his suggestion, I found myself being cradled in his arms, never wanting to let go.
"Mami, you have to tell the judge what you saw," Julian whispers as we sat outside of the courthouse on the stairs. I sniff and tear my gaze away from Julian, looking down at my black high-heel shoes.
"I can't," I say while crying as I put my hands over my face. "It's too painful!"
"I know, mi amor, but-" Julian was interrupted mid-sentence by a voice calling out his name.
"Julian!" A female voice calls out nervously. My head jolts up as a reflex to her yelling; Marla stood on the step in front of us with a very nervous expression upon her face. What the hell is she doing here? I thought to myself in irritation, could this day possibly get any worse? I yell, frustrated in thought. Why can't something go smoothly for once in this diffusional era we so proudly call life? I thought wondrously to myself as I began to reminisce about everything that's happened in the last several months. Now, of course, things weren't easy, because nothing ever is, but things were sure a hell of a lot less complicated.
Flashback: September 2nd, 2011
Zoe Bryan's my name; I'm 17 years of age, and I attend Hiller high school. I stand no taller than 5'1; I have a curvy figure with blue eyes and jet-black hair, which accompanies my 5'1 frame. I sound pretty, right? But according to myself and others, I'm repulsing. Therefore, I have reason to believe that's why I'm experiencing harassment inside and outside of school every day by most of my classmates. The bullying began inside of Fellows middle school, starting in the seventh grade. I tried standing up to them, I tried telling the principle, and I even tried asking my parents if I could transfer to a different middle school, but nothing worked. Therefore I took it; I took every punch, I took every kick, I took every horrible name they'd call me and internalized it all.
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Zoe. | Recharged. | Book One.
Roman d'amour"Why me?" Zoe is continuously asking herself this question; because of her situational circumstances. Zoe Bryant is a timid, yet curious 17-year old girl, who once had a zest for life. Furthermore, Zoe's once vibrant personality has been tarnished b...
