The Pain We Hide
"Why do they hate me so bad?" I whispered to the wind as it whipped my hair around. "What did I ever do to them?" I remembered all the times I was pushed around, being teased about everything I did. "You're such a loser. Do your parents even love you? But I guess you'll never find out! I mean, look at you!" The taunts and bullying that had ever happened to me was swirling around in my mind. "Hey, do all of us a favor: Go DIE. No one likes you. AT ALL." "Hey! Should I give you some money, poor girl? Or should I give it to your mommy and daddy at the grave?" They always made fun of me, just because I lived alone, my mother and father dead when I was at such a young age. My breath created wisps of steam in the cold winter air, as I reached the crummy apartment building. Fumbling with my keys, a tear rolled down my face. I imagined my parents, expecting me home, welcoming me with a big hug. But that was only a fantasy, and no matter how much I would try to turn it into a reality, it wouldn't happen. I pushed the door open and hung my jacket onto the rack. Taking in the small space, I shuffled slowly to my bathroom, as if it could wash all my pain inside. I took a small razor knife, pulling my sleeves up as it showed the old and new scars. Slash. The adrenaline pulsed through my body. For an instant, I forgot all the pain inflicted upon me. Slice. Drops of blood splattered on the floor, and I stared at the drops, entranced by the beauty. I stood up, and wiped it off the floor. Pulling down my sleeves, I walked outside, knowing it was raining. Outside, I stood in the rain, welcoming the icy feeling in my bones. The blood stained my white shirt sleeves, but thankfully no one was there. Of course not. I lived here, and no one wanted to "catch anything" from me. Then I broke down. The pain, the suffering. I couldn't take it. Why was the world so cruel? All the times I smiled at them, hoping they would finally accept me… it was rejected. Even the "friends" I had taunted me. I trusted them. And they broke that trust. Rushing to the apartment building, I banged the door open, and took out a suitcase. I grabbed as much as I could. Taking out a picture frame, I froze. It was a photo they gave me, just before they left me forever. It was a picture of them two at the Empire State Building, and my mother was laughing at something my father had said. But it was their last laugh and smile. Wiping some tears away, I shoved it back into the suitcase. Putting on some warmer clothes, I fled the building, leaving the key on the front desk. The airport was going to leave in 2 hours. I rushed to the bus stop, and waited for it to come. Next to me, I saw a familiar, but uncomfortable face. Please don't notice me… But of course, she did. Her face scrunched up, and she asked in a snobby voice, "What are you doing here?" I didn't answer, and looked down at my shoes. She pushed me away, and I fell. Hard. Laughing, she walked away. The bus arrived, splashing mud onto my shoes. Great. I stepped inside, and sat down in the back row. A few stops later, I was at the airport. After waiting an hour, the plane landed. I was ready to leave. I thought about everything that happened to me, and finally felt relieved. I was free.
Sorry that the chapter was so short! I'll make the other chapters longer... Hope you like it!