уσυя υgℓу, fαт, ѕℓυт, вιт¢н, ємσ, иσ σиє ℓσνєѕ уσυ./ Those words get thrown at my face everyday. I act like I don't get phased by it, but it hurts so much. People say why don't you tell the police, I wish I could. Every one says it's easy but it's not, I am the victim not you. Because once you get the police involved there is no going back, the pain I feel inside my chest is undescribable. I tell my self everyday that I shouldn't live anymore, that I should die because no one loves or cares about me. I wish that I could move out of my house, find a job or go to college. I hate getting abused, my daily routine is I get up, get beaten by my step dad. Get cleaned up then get dressed, then go to school. Then when I get to school I get bullied by everyone I see, once they see me they feel like I am an easy target. They say hurtful words, I hold back my tears as much as I can not trying to look weak in front of them.
My name is Skylar Hanna, I grew up in Colorado Springs, I moved to Trenton Illinois. I grew up with abusive parents, no one tried to help me. No one cared. When I moved to my new highschool, I thought it would be different. But I was mistakenly wrong, there was a boy who loved to see people suffer. I guess when he first saw me he thought I could be his bate. His name was Cole Smith , he loved seeing people bleed, or suffer so much that they feel like they are going to die. I ask this same question everyday, 'How could someone be so beautiful on the outside just to be so cruel on the inside?'All Rights Reserved