![]() You're parents also didn't care they never wanted you in the first place, you where an accident from a one night stand. You tried to talk to the teachers about the bullying but they thought that you were making it up because you were "a problem child". Why did everyone have to pick on you? Why did everyone have to hate you? What did you do to deserve this kind of treatment? Everyday since you could remember people have been trying to put you down. You opened your eyes slowly as you're mouth turned into a frown. As you tried to get some sleep you're thoughts wondered from what you were going to do tomorrow for breakfast, what you should fix for lunch, where should you hide your lunch so the bullies don't find it, and then finally you're life. You walked upstairs, changed into your pj's and curled up underneath the covers of your soft warm bed. You decided that today you would try and get some sleep early. You yawned and stretched looking over at the clock which read 10:44 pm. You finished making dinner and put the dishes in the sink to be done tomorrow before school. You stopped when you saw that you're (F/S) was on and smiled. You flipped through the channels occasionally taking a bite of your dinner. You fixed said dinner and plopped right back on the couch this time turning on the TV. You decided some rice and mac sounded nice. After you were done with your homework you put it back in your bag and slumped on the couch thinking of what to make for dinner. You sat down at the dining room table and plugged you're earphones to your phone and turned on you're music the loudest you could. Luckily the bullies hadn't got to it otherwise it would have another mark on your record. After you were done you put away the first aid kit and went threw your bag for your homework. You sat down and put the cream along your legs as you hissed at the slight sting. They were probably at work, you sighed and went to the closet and grabbed the first aid kit to address your wounds. I looked around for any signs of life and saw nothing. I opened the door to my house and murmured a quiet "I'm home" and dropped my bag at door. They had all ganged up on me at the last seconded so I didn't have time to defend myself. I walked home from school a light limp in my step from the beatings that I had gotten from the other students. Will differently add more tags as this story goes along. ![]() Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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