Im awaken by my mother shaking me.
"Penelope wake up you're late you have ten minutes to get ready" She says harshly, she knows i hate that name and i told her not to call me it but i let it slide.
To be honest ten minutes to get ready wont be a problem for me because i get ready fast. So i hop out of bed and throw a black sweatshirt on that has some type of band symbol that im unsure of because i have so many and dont pay attention. It brushes over my arms and hurts a bit but i dont mind. I slip on my stone washed skinny jeans and put on my doc martens. I walk into the bathroom i still have a slight black eye from and my lip is healing but its less swollen and looking better.My septum is crooked so i fix it. i spray some water on my hair and comb it down. its long black hair and so put it in a bun and throw a beanie over it i hate my hair long like this but my mom refuses to cut it. With the two minutes i have left in the bathroom i lift up my shirt and examine the pale puple and yellow bruises. The colors get darker at my side and lighter around my belly button. They swirl and blend together in a wonderful way that if they werent bruises from something so horrible actually might be kind of beautiful. My mother calls my name and we leave in our old beat up SUV to take me to school.
Now i want to make something clear i dont really hate school itself. I don't really mind learning sometimes it can be fun and my mother made sure that all my teachers are pretty cool so that i dont have stess and too much anxiety. Anyways the thing i hate about school is the people there. I mean yeah i do have a few friends i have Jared and Alex and a few other people here and there but, i have no classes with either of them and i only have lunch with Alex. The thing is that i have never been liked and i live in a really small religious town and im not really...normal. Kids dont understand my gender situation or sexuality so of course i get loads of hate. It didnt bother me at first because well it was just words and i usually had headphones to block out everything. All the things they said really hurt but i could live with it. Lately its been really bad and kids have been well..more difficult and have been hurting me.(yay for being a freshman) My mom notices the bruises a lot but i always have an excuse and she doesnt question it.
Speak of the devil here i am. School. I wish i didnt have to go and pretend everything is alright but i stay strong for Jared and Alex. I kiss my mom goodbye and get out. I put my stuff in my locker say hello to people. I mainly block out all the people and things and put my headphones in its just easier for me to block out everyone, even the people i love. My first class is really embaressing. All the kids stare at me when i walk in, so i hurry and sit in my seat and put my hood on trying to cover my face.
The rest of my day goes pretty much the same way i mean the kids here dont like me but they dont say anythything only the kids who regularly bully me do. Everything is going fine until lunch when i go in line to get food for Alex cause she doesnt have money and i do so i usually buy food for her. Then some jackass decides it would be funny to trip me and my food goes everywhere. Luckily most of it is wrapped up or i pick it up in time. I put all the food back on the plate and storm to the bathroom i mean i dont wanna be in the lunchroom with all those people there the bathroom is safe, or atleast i thought it would be. HAHA NOPE! As soon as i walk in i see Katie. I try to run out but her and her little friends grab me and throw me on the ground. Jesus christ not again. Her and her friends kick me in the side where im already bruised and kick me in the side of the head. I zone in and out of conciousness and see random images. I see sirens and then Alex's face, she smiles at me tears rolling down her face
"Hey park, its gonna be okay i promise" i barely hear her say it but i can hear the love in her voice and it makes me smiles, atleast i try to smile my face feels stuck like i cant move it. it feels puffy. Then blackness and nothing after that for a while.
I wake up to see my mother talking to some woman i've never seen before. She's maybe around 30 she has shoulder length jet black hair. She's wearing light redish-pink lipstick and very little eye makeup. She looks happy and warm and smiles reassuringly at my mother. They talk to me for a while and some other people come in like alex and jared and everyone wants to know what happend. I tell them the basics and im sent home with a mild concussion some cuts and bruises a very swollen lip and some medication to help the pain. As soon as i get home i go to the bathroom and notice that Katie decided to give my hair a hack job and so now its barely one finger length long. i deicde to just go to bed. Im honestly done with living like this, and its hard cause i have to stay alive for Alex and Jared. But i just want to sleep and honestly at this moment i feel like never waking up
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Who is Park
Short StoryThis is a story about a boy...erm well...a girl...well actually this particular person doesnt really have a specific gender or feels as if they are more then one. This is a gender fluid person named Park. Who doesnt really know what their gender is...
