A tragic love/hate story about a boy and girl. She is nice. So is he but not to her. "Fuck you. You are nothing. No one wants you. Fat girls are prettier than you." Sam said, yelling right in my face. He had me pushed up against the wall. Tears were streaming down my face. "Stop crying. It makes you look uglier." "I-I-I'm sor-" "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! FUCKIN BITCH!" He slapped me. I put my hand to my aching cheek. That was the hundredth time he hit me. I felt so hurt. I couldn't stop crying. He just stood there examining me. Sighing loudly, He let me go. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I sunk to the floor and cried. Later I heard a soft knock on my door. I ignored it. Sam came in anyways. I remained looking at the floor. "Let me see you." He said softly. Like he cared about me. I felt his hand under my chin, lifting my head. I looked at him with my tear stained eyes. His hand brushed my cheek. "I want to be alone." I said to him. He gave me a sad look and nodded. Hearing the door close, I started to cry again. Why is my life like this? I can't do this anymoreAll Rights Reserved