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Chapter 1
I ran to the bathroom stall, ready to
break down in tears. Holding them back, I sniffled and the
waterworks started. Bullying wasn't the only reason I was
like this. I had family problems at home, mostly my mom coming
home every night at around twelve and waking up to leave for work
at five. The other problem was my dad. He was a drunk and beat my
brother Sam and me most nights. In school, a girl named Brooke
would always harass me. It was something new every day. Usually
something like "Go kill yourself." And to tell you the
truth, I was considering taking her "advice".
After about two minutes of sobbing, I stopped. I rolled up my right sleeve, revealing four cut lines that stung. I'd began to cut two days ago because crying just wasn't enough for me. It didn't relieve all my stress, so I dug out the razor and started to cut. It didn't hurt too bad for me, it feels like you're cutting your problems away. And that's exactly what I loved to do.
It sounded awful, enjoying the sight of blood pouring down your arm and into your hand. The sticky substance was easy to wash away, but the cuts were not so much. I hid them all that I could, but spring was nearing, and that meant short sleeves. Nobody knew about the cuts, not even my best friend, and even she stayed distant from me. And my twelve year old sister picked on me, but if she knew about the cuts, she'd stop.
I rubbed at my cheeks, seeing my mascara had started to run. That meant my eyes must've been red. I unlocked the stall and hobbled over to the mirror, wiping the tears and pulling out my tube of mascara. Suddenly, I heard the click of heels on the tile floor, and turned to see Brooke with one of the girls in her plastic group, Noelle.
Brooke gave me a wicked smile as I placed my mascara on the counter. "Hey Noelle, look what we've got here," she laughed. Noelle said nothing back, just stared at the floor. Brooke elbowed her, and she looked up at me. She had a sympathetic look in her eyes, not one that any of the Plastics had ever given me. "Audrey, Audrey, Audrey." I cringed as she spoke my name.
"What do you want, Brooke?" I snapped, picking up my make up and putting it in my bag. I didn't want to let her get to me, so I decided to talk back for once. I knew that wouldn't hold me for long, but I'd at least give it a shot. I zipped my Coach purse and looked into her evily blue eyes. They had a gleam of evil in them, and I didn't like that.
She placed her purse on the counter next to me. "Nothing. I just wanted to ask... Where'd you get your hair done? They'll be on my list of places not to go. How about you, Noelle? Did you hear that Audrey was caught kissing Ben? I flipped when I heard that one. How was kissing Ben, Audrey? Was that nice?"
She was making stuff up. "Um, Brooke? Yeah, I never kissed him. He's marked your 'territory', isn't he? No one smart would go near him right now." I commented, shaking my hair. "Listen, I don't have time for your bull. I'm out." I grabbed my bag and walked toward the door. As I was walking, Brooke stuck her foot out and tripped me.
She was hysterical laughing while Noelle extended a hand to help me get up. I took it, but Brooke smacked it away. "What do you think you're doing, you idiot!?" Brooke snarled at Noelle, delivering a punch to her stomach. Noelle cringed, falling back onto the floor. I stood up, dusting off my shirt. She looked me in the eyes. "What are you doing, touching that...that thing!?"
I felt the tears well up, streaming down my face. She used the word "thing" to refer to me. That was absolutely painful to me. I couldn't take this anymore.
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Hiya:) So I'm going to write a story on this account about bullying. I want people to see how it feels, what someone in a depressed situation goes through. It's miserable. Though I've never been through this, I know people who have, and how it is. So please read this for me. When I get at least three faves I'll make chapter two. Hope you like,
xx-Kate(:
After about two minutes of sobbing, I stopped. I rolled up my right sleeve, revealing four cut lines that stung. I'd began to cut two days ago because crying just wasn't enough for me. It didn't relieve all my stress, so I dug out the razor and started to cut. It didn't hurt too bad for me, it feels like you're cutting your problems away. And that's exactly what I loved to do.
It sounded awful, enjoying the sight of blood pouring down your arm and into your hand. The sticky substance was easy to wash away, but the cuts were not so much. I hid them all that I could, but spring was nearing, and that meant short sleeves. Nobody knew about the cuts, not even my best friend, and even she stayed distant from me. And my twelve year old sister picked on me, but if she knew about the cuts, she'd stop.
I rubbed at my cheeks, seeing my mascara had started to run. That meant my eyes must've been red. I unlocked the stall and hobbled over to the mirror, wiping the tears and pulling out my tube of mascara. Suddenly, I heard the click of heels on the tile floor, and turned to see Brooke with one of the girls in her plastic group, Noelle.
Brooke gave me a wicked smile as I placed my mascara on the counter. "Hey Noelle, look what we've got here," she laughed. Noelle said nothing back, just stared at the floor. Brooke elbowed her, and she looked up at me. She had a sympathetic look in her eyes, not one that any of the Plastics had ever given me. "Audrey, Audrey, Audrey." I cringed as she spoke my name.
"What do you want, Brooke?" I snapped, picking up my make up and putting it in my bag. I didn't want to let her get to me, so I decided to talk back for once. I knew that wouldn't hold me for long, but I'd at least give it a shot. I zipped my Coach purse and looked into her evily blue eyes. They had a gleam of evil in them, and I didn't like that.
She placed her purse on the counter next to me. "Nothing. I just wanted to ask... Where'd you get your hair done? They'll be on my list of places not to go. How about you, Noelle? Did you hear that Audrey was caught kissing Ben? I flipped when I heard that one. How was kissing Ben, Audrey? Was that nice?"
She was making stuff up. "Um, Brooke? Yeah, I never kissed him. He's marked your 'territory', isn't he? No one smart would go near him right now." I commented, shaking my hair. "Listen, I don't have time for your bull. I'm out." I grabbed my bag and walked toward the door. As I was walking, Brooke stuck her foot out and tripped me.
She was hysterical laughing while Noelle extended a hand to help me get up. I took it, but Brooke smacked it away. "What do you think you're doing, you idiot!?" Brooke snarled at Noelle, delivering a punch to her stomach. Noelle cringed, falling back onto the floor. I stood up, dusting off my shirt. She looked me in the eyes. "What are you doing, touching that...that thing!?"
I felt the tears well up, streaming down my face. She used the word "thing" to refer to me. That was absolutely painful to me. I couldn't take this anymore.
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Hiya:) So I'm going to write a story on this account about bullying. I want people to see how it feels, what someone in a depressed situation goes through. It's miserable. Though I've never been through this, I know people who have, and how it is. So please read this for me. When I get at least three faves I'll make chapter two. Hope you like,
xx-Kate(:
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