Insecure

Chapter 3

After her last class in school, she was walking home with her head down. She pulled her long, wavy blonde hair back into a pony tail.
She looked around and saw other kids laughing and having fun.

While she was miserable, everyone around her was happy. To her, it felt like she was drowning, but she could see everyone breathing. She was always afraid to go home because her parents and brother would always yell at her.

Although, she got to her house and opened the door. Her brother was already home. He walked over to Paige and punched her in her throat and said "you deserve it, freak." She fell to the ground and cried. She almost wish she would have died from that punch.

Eventually she got up and ran to her room. She was tired of being punched by her brother constantly. She didn't know why he did it, but he did and she either wished that one day it would kill her or he would simply stop.

She hear her mom open the garage, coming home from work. Paige ran downstairs when her mom walked in. Paige said "I'm tired of it! When I walked in, Cody punched me in the throat. Please tell him to stop!" Cody was her brother. Paige hated him. She hated him for calling her names, picking on her, and hurting her for no reason.

Her mom looked at her. She yelled "Cody! Get down here!"
Cody walked down the stairs and said "what mom?"
"Say sorry to your sister."

Paige was frustrated. If she were to even call her brother a name, she would have been yelled at by her mom and would have been ground for 2 weeks.

"Sorry." Her brother said.
"Alright. Cody, now what do you want for dinner?"

Paige ran to her room and slammed the door. She grabbed a blade and started cutting her wrist. To her, cutting just felt like she was releasing the pain that was built up inside of her. She felt like it solved all of her problems.

It became dark. She picked up her phone that was sitting next to her. It was 10:00 pm. She got into her blue pajama pants and laid down in bed and closed her eyes. She had so many thoughts inside of her head. Bad thoughts. It kept her from being able to sleep.

So she began to cry.