"Words can scar worse than any kick or punch"
The girl with the brown eyes walk down the narrow school corridor, trying and hoping to block out the words spitting from the mouths of those who loathe her; Why do they despise her so much? She has never known. As the hateful words spill out into the air and into the girls ears, all the friends laugh, enjoying the show, relieved it's not them at the other end of the stick. The descriptive names they have for her don't end once in the classroom, they just quiet down until they can execute their horrible performances again in peace, away from the eyes of the teachers, not that they care of course, they're not oblivious to the situation, they just don't want to deal with those students again and again, preferring to stay in their good books as the 'cool teacher' and not be the recipient of the terms,not like the brown eyed girl.
The day drags slowly along, like each and every other day, friendless and lonely, I mean, who wants to be friends with the girl who gets bullied by the popular kids? They don't want to get bullied too.
The cruel beings never laid a hand on the girl, preferring to mentally abuse her. The brown eyed girl slinks into a small room, which used to be used for coats and PE Gear, the only place she could go for peace and quiet from the popular crowd, a small, quiet and cozy little room, filled with storage blankets and old cushions from the library, a haven for the girl. Of course, all good things have to end, the girl's good thing ended when the door of the room was ripped open and the leader of the popular's stood over her with a menacing smile, "You thought you could escape from us didn't you? Silly little rut, You'll never escape from us, you useless, pathetic, waste of space. Why are you even living? Just kill yourself you ugly ogre!" He exclaims, and smiles proudly when he see's the girl cowering even more away from him and his friends laughing away with him."And don't even think about telling anybody, but then again, nobody will listen to a stupid,fat dork like you anyway" And with that, he walks away proud of himself and his actions.
The words stick to her like super glue and no matter how many times she hears the words, "Brush them off" she can't.
Throughout the next week, it usually consists of the same thing, and eventually, she just can't take it anymore and something inside her snaps, "Just stop it! Stop taking out your anger on me! It's not my fault your dad left you and your alcoholic mother with nothing!" She screams at the Ringleader, letting out 5 years of emotions, bottled up and fizzing, more and more until they finally 'popped' and exploded. The boy looks at her and his eyes darken, "Well at least I still knew my parents" He spits out, knowing he hit home.
That night, she decides to lose the battle, the words have burned too many scars and wounds on her skin, with not enough time to heal them, so she goes into the bathroom of the foster home she's residing in currently and opens the cabinet, the cabinet with the medication, and pulls out the little tub of pills stating 'iBuprofen maximum strength 2000 mg Fast Pain Relief almost straight away,Take one capsule every 8 hours With water, do not exceed 2 capsules within 24 hours' she fills a plastic glass with water, takes a deep breath and swallows down a handful of pills, she doesn't know how many she took, the only thing she can comprehend is the blinding white pain in her head and stomach, She stumbles and falls back into the grimy bathtub as the world around her turns to darkness, welcoming darkness.