Hey! Happy anti-bullying day! So, in case you hadn't figured this out, it's Camille and it's kind of a way to kick the day off in my world! So, leave your reviews and let me know how you saw it!
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Your eyes fly open and your heart starts to pound just a little faster because ohgodohgodohgod, today's the day. They're coming back, coming back to school. Your nightmare is returning to what was your sanctuary.
But you will not pity yourself because pity is a sign of weakness – you'd never tell, but that was the last thing your mother said to you before all you could see was black – and you will not be weak in front of these people.
You drag your thin, emaciated body from the comfort of your bed. You pull on your jeans and sweatshirt that's just a little too tight and those high heeled boots that push against your toes just a little too hard. You somehow manage to tame those f l y a w a y curls into a ponytail, brush on a little bit of make-up (okay, a lot) and then you stand back and survey yourself in the full length mirror.
Fake, a voice snarls in your ears and you can't help but agree. You glance over at the portrait of your mother and you, and you look reallyreallyhappy and it's not an act or a mask or some of that, but it's really you with your genuine smile and you can hear your mother's laugh ringing through your ears and your heart won't slow down!
When you're finally happy with how you look, you flitter down the stairs, eat your breakfast in a rush because you hate being trapped in this empty apartment, and then, like a blink, you're out the door and into your car (sick how you can afford a car, right?)
You drive as slowly as possible – put it off, darlin' – until the car behind you beeps and you're forced to go as fast as you can without breaking the speed limit, or your neck (not that that would be a bad thing, mind you) and you pull up at that ohsofamiliar building with the peeling paint.
You kill the engine on your car and get out. It starts to rain and although you just want to crawl back into your car and wait until the day is over, you force yourself to walk past all the whispers and the 'oh my god I can't believe she came back today!'
You will not be weak.
At your locker, you wait until the clock brushes over 8:35am and then you turn on your heel, lean against your locker door and waitwaitwait until they're ready.
Ohgodohgodohgod you can hear them coming down the hall and you can't slow your heart and you want to scream but then, it all falls silent. Tick, tick, tick, tick.
And then, hands grip your throat and before you know it, you're on the ground and you can taste blood in your mouth. "So, little girl decided to come back today, did she?" The boy hisses above you, his hands on your throat tightening and constricting your breath.
"I am not scared, I am not scared, I am not scared." You whisper, more for your own benefit than anyone else's.
He laughs. "Is that so, little girl?" you can't breathe anymore and it hurts to try so you just close your eyes and all you can see is black. You're drowningdrowningdrowning and you can still hear your mother's laugh.
I'm coming, mama.
