Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter One

"Hey its Zoey!"a guy yells.

I hug my books close to my chest. Wishing I could just disappear. Not like anyone would miss me.

"Oh look she's going to class."another said.

"What class you going to, huh?"a third asks. And tries to take my notebook.

I pull away, looking down. "Please go away. Leave me alone."I whisper.

"Oh that's not happening, sweetheart."the first guy says. And he steps toward. I take a step back, and then we do the same thing. Until I'm stuck between his arms. I look around. But no one's there. Just me, and these guys. The guy in front of me grabs my waist roughly. And kisses me. His eyes are closed, and his grip is hard on my waist.

I push him away, but he doesn't budge. "Let go of me! Let go of me!"I yell. And try to push him off. He doesn't do anything. But he takes the chance to slip his tongue in my mouth. I gag, and scratch at his shirt, trying to push him away. Instead, I get an angry groan out of him. And he slams me against the lockers. First my head, then it sparks the pain through my body, I fall to the ground.

"See what you made me do!"the guy yells.

I don't answer. The another two pin me down to the ground. One doing my arms. The other, my legs. I can't move, I have nothing. I squirm under their grip. Trying to get out, no use. The first guy grips my chin, making me look at him, he slaps me.

"Why do you always have to make this so hard?"he asks, frustrated. And he slaps me again, harder. I whimper in pain. "All I try to do, is pleasure you. Make you feel good. But no, you have to make things complicated."he shouts. And he kicks me in the stomach.

Once. Twice. A third time. And again, and again, and again. Then I lost count after ten. I start to black out, my eyes start to get heavy.

Then it stops, it all stops. They start to argue, talking in low murmurs.

"Come on, let's go. A teacher's coming."a guy says.

"Yea man, we can finish her later." other says.

And I hear a groan. "Fine."the person said. And I feel a hand on my chin. "I'll see you later, sweetheart."

The hand is gone. And I hear footsteps, loud, then fading. I open my eyes, and look around. No ones there. I gather my things, that's all scattered around the floor. And I try to get up. I wince while I do so.

And walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, at my face. A bruise is starting to form on my cheek. I take out my powder, and put it on my face. I look at myself. Better, I thought.

I take my things and walk out, and start walking toward my math class. I open the door when I get there. All eyes are on me.

"Ms Lane, why are you late?"my math teacher, Ms Alexis asks.

I look at her, then the class and back. I tilt my head to the side slightly, and smile. "Oh you know, the usual. Some guys beating me up. And no one saving me. Not that anyone cares. And I had to fix the bruises on my face."I reply.

The teacher sighs. Takes off her glasses, rubbing her eyes. "Ms Lane, I don't need you to be making jokes. And I don't need you to be wasting my time. Take a seat. And you get an detention for being late."she tells me.

Ha! She thought I was joking! I shrug, and walk to my seat. Doesn't matter anyway. No one cares about me anyway. I always have to take care of myself. I get to my seat in the back. And sit down, and the teacher goes back to talking about her lesson. But I just zone out.

I think about the rest of my day. Next I have lunch. Then English, my favorite. Then art, and lastly reading. Then try to avoid the bullies between classes. And then I have to go to detention.

Huh, how am I going to handle today?