Chasing Cars? More Like Chasing You.

Run. Down the hallway, out of school, down the sidewalk, to my house.
I bet your curious, who were you running from? My Bully. He fucking hates me. Not sure why though, I've always wondered. He just started picking on me in sixth grade. It wasn't that bad at that point, he just called me things like a freak or stupid. Not that bad, but it still effected me. I'm a very insecure person, I talked to my mom about it and it made me stronger. I didn't even give a fuck at that point. But in seventh grade it got worse.
lesbian.
I just shrugged it off, not really caring. Then, fat. Now, let me tell you, if theres one thing I'm most insecure about, its my weight. So that one kinda hit home.
Then the jokes are pulled out, "Jessica is sooo hot." It was all a major joke for them in eight grade, new kid started it.
High school, some of us seprated, there are lots of high schools in my area. I wanted a future in the cullenary arts, so I went to a high school with work shops, a cullenary one too. Thats when shit really got started.
Slag. Whore. Slut. Fat. Lesbian. Waste of oxygen. Worthless. Hag. Stupid.
Everyday. Multiple times.
Then he started beating me. Kicking, punching, hitting, he even took knives and cut my arms and back. I bet your wondering, WHO DID DOES THIS TO YOU?
READ AND FIND OUT.