Blue Girl
He would rape and beat me every day. I would suffer from his actions, and no one came to stop them. I would hide myself from the world; hide my cuts and bruises under baggy clothes, a total freak. That is, until he came along. StarRob.
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There was nothing left for me here. My mind felt empty, my body numb. It was like I was drowning in a thrashing ocean, and I had stopped fighting the current. Staring down into the dark ocean beneath my feet, the waves crashing against the jagged rocks, I knew where I wanted to be. I knew I was right. I had to stop fighting the current…
My heart lurched as a hand slipped around mine. I wanted to look up, to see if they had come to beat me up, but I knew I was safe. And he didn't try to beat me up. He didn't try to kiss me or pull me closer to him. He didn't even try to look at me. He just stood there next to me, holding my hand, silently reminding me that he was there. And that he wouldn't let go.
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I could still feel his hands rubbing on my body, touching me everywhere he could reach. It was like his touch had burned into my skin, and there the fire remained burning. Tearing, searing, cutting at me. The cold wind was the only thing keeping my sanity. I wanted to jump into the road at my side and watch the bright headlights of a car come closer and closer. I wanted to feel the crash, the pain, the snap. I wanted my mind to slowly slip away, forgetting all of the horrors that never left my mind, and wait for the end….
But I wouldn't try that again.
Little prickles of rain began to fall on my skin, and I pulled my jacket tighter to me. It was cold this morning, probably because it was the first day of winter. It was my favorite season. I welcomed the rain and cold. It helped numb my mind, keep his touch from bleeding into my thoughts. It, too, was the only thing keeping my sanity.
I could see the school gate in the far distance, peering through the white mist. I almost smiled when I saw the raven-haired girl standing at the gate. Almost. She didn't smile, either, although she looked happier than I'd seen her for a while. She, too, never smiled. Not because she was a victim of rape, but because she just refused to show emotion. It was just something that helped keep her calm, I suppose.
"Hey, Kory," she said, turning to walk beside me into the school. "Guess what?"
I tried my best to sound interested. "What?" I asked her, looking into her sparkling mauve eyes.
"Garfield asked me out!" She tried so hard to hide her emotion, I could see, but this was too exciting to keep bottled up. For her, at least.
"That's great!" I exclaimed. I could feel the excitement on my face, hear the joy in my words, but we both knew I was dead inside. Nothing could ever make me happy, nothing could ever get my mind away from his hands, his grip, his bite…. So, she never expected much from me.
It was silent for the rest of our walk to class. I didn't feel like asking were she was going on her date, or what she was planning on doing. I never liked getting into details, and neither did she. We were the best of friends.
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Gym
Not only was gym my best subject, but I absolutely adored it. It was one of the few things that could help take my mind off of my life for a while. I would exert myself as much as possible, and my throbbing head and muscles would make me forget everything. I wasn't very competitive, but people always thought I was because I tried so hard. But they had no idea.
I walked into the locker room, hugging myself as heads turned to watch me walk to my locker. I turned the combination, listening to the loud whispers behind me. "What a freak. Why the hell does she dress like that? What's her problem? She has, like, a great body, why would she hide it?" I tried my best to ignore them.
I knew I was a freak. I was the only girl in my school who dressed in baggy clothes, hiding her body completely. I knew I wasn't fat or ugly. I knew I had a great body and a wonderful complexion, something all of the girls envied. But I didn't hide under baggy clothes because I thought I was fat or ugly. I hid because I had to hide the scars and bruises. There was one on every inch of my body, and if I ever exposed myself, I would be asked a thousand questions. People would think I cut myself, and I people would make me get help. If I ever tried to tell them the real truth, they would only laugh. Slade Wilson, CEO of major business company, rapes and beats his adopted daughter. No one ever believed that one.
I changed into my gym clothes and headed out the door, avoiding the glares and whispers. But before I could open the doors that lead to the gym, a girl stops me. I look up at her. Short brown hair, big hazel eyes, and a sincere smile. She seemed nice enough.
"Hey, Kory," she began, forming her words into a question, "do you mind if I ask you a question?"
I hesitated. I wasn't used to questions, but she didn't wait for my answer. "Why do you have a bunch of bruises and cuts on your body? I just thought it was weird…."
"Sports teams," I answered quickly, avoiding her stare. She seemed to accept the answer and walked back to her friends. As long as no one knew, I had no problem with it.
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Lunch Time
Probably the worst time of the day. Rachel wasn't with me for my lunch period, so I usually ate all alone. I didn't mind being alone, in fact, I usually loved it. But the popular girls loved to bug the hell out of me, and no one was there to defend me. I couldn't stand it when people made fun of me, because they didn't know! They had no idea what I had to go through, what my life was all about! Yet I held it in, and ignored them, even when I wanted to punch their face in!
My thoughts had wound me up, and I was gripping my sandwich so hard the jelly was falling out. I was so engrossed in my thoughts I never noticed Kitten and her clones walk up to my table. Her words snapped me out of my thoughts.
"What a freak," Kitten said, talking directly to me. "She doesn't deserve to live."
That made my heart fall a little bit more, drop a little bit further into my dark thoughts.
"She's so weird!" one of the girls said, their shrill voices cutting into my mind. "Doesn't she care that PB&J have, like, 200 calories?"
I chose to ignore that one. I knew I wasn't fat.
I waited for one of them to say something else about me, but instead Kitten swiped my sandwich out of my hand. She laughed at me, her icy blue eyes filled with jealously and hatred. Sure, I wanted my sandwich back; this was the only time I ever got to eat. But I was too dejected to take any action. I didn't care anymore.
Much to my disbelief, a hand came and grabbed the sandwich from Kitten's hand, setting it back in front of me. I was absolutely stunned.
I looked up to meet the eyes of my hero, and my heart completely froze. How had I never noticed him before? He had spiked jet-black hair, thick and glossy on top of his head. I could barely see his deep blue eyes through his sunglasses, but they made me melt anyways. He was tall and powerfully built, his baggy jeans and red sweatshirt making him look like a supermodel.
"Richy-poo!" Kitten screeched. "Why did you give the freak back her lunch?!"
"'Cause she doesn't deserve to be horded by sluts," he said his voice deep and husky. He, the male model, stood up for me, the outcast of the world.
I couldn't believe it. I'm sure I heard Kitten scream, but I was too stunned to notice.
Then he smiled at me—a smile that made me melt inside, made my mind fill with emotions I'd never felt before. Love and longing; friendship and happiness. Suddenly, I didn't feel his grip on my arm, his nails on my skin. My mind was free from that dark pool for a moment, and I never wanted it to end.
In that simple second, I smiled back at him.
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