Chapter 1

"Look it's Raggedy Riley." I look at the queen bitch. She rules the school. Everyone is afraid of her and nobody stands up to her.

"Leave her alone Alison" Spencer Hastings says with an eye roll. Alison looks at her with a smirk.

"Back off Spence" Alison returned her intense look back at me. She took my notebook away and laughed.

I don't try to take it away because she will unleash the true monster that she is.

"What is this? Are you in love with someone?" She continues to laugh at my story.

I write to forget the cruel place called school. Alison has been bullying me for years now.

I'm not the only one. Mona and lucas also suffers being bullied by her.

Emily Fields takes the notebook away from her hand and hands in back to me. Usually she's the one who stops Alison but there are times where they don't do anything.

I hold in the tears shoving my stuff in my bag and run away.

"RILEY W-W-WHERE ARE YOU?" I snap out of daydreaming and run to the corner of the room.

I hide there whenever he would come home drunk. The door opens hitting the wall making a loud thud.

I pray hoping he is too drunk to see me.

He looks around the room and his eyes land on me. I gulp down nervously before he charges for me. I knew this will not be pretty.

I felt his hand pull me up from the collar of my shirt. He pushes me on the ground making me bump my head.

Thats gonna leave a bruise.

I close my eyes as he starts to kick my stomach repeatedly. My whole body is covered with new and old bruises. I have at least 5 huge knife scars around my chest and leg.

He was so mad at me one night that he cut me. He pulls me on my feet by my hair and punches my jaw. I fall on my bed and keep praying he'll stop hurting me.

He laughs slamming the door behind him.

I just lay on the bed without moving. I have to wait at least an hour till the pain stops to move.

I think back to my tormented years in high school.

The bullying stopped when Alison died. She was murdered two years ago. I know I should be happy the bullying stopped but I rather have my dad dead.

At least I could take the name calling and the constant hate. My dad wasn't always like this. he once loved me but it stopped 6 years ago when my mom left us for another guy.

He hates the fact that I look like her. He says it all the time. With the bulling at school and the beatings at home, I was never safe.

The throbbing pain stopped for a little bit. I get up moaning in pain. I walk into my bathroom and sit down on the toilet seat and lift up my shirt.

A big black bruise is starting to form on my rib cage. It was a mixer of red and blue.

I think back to the time my dad would whip my back with his belt. It was hard to clean but I still have the scars from it. He would try to beat me with anything he could find. he once burned my arm when I yelled at him to stop hurting me.

I roll my sleeves up and look at my scars. I know you may think I'm stupid to self harm when all my life is just pain and more pain.

I cut to make me forget about my dad.

I self harm till I have the guts to cut deeper and finally be free from my nightmare.

I tried to kill myself before but my dad found me and he stopped the bleeding and even beat the crap out of me when I woke up.

He said that I don't even deserve to die.

I grab a little box from under the towels and take out my razor. I place the razor on my wrist and push it in till I feel the blood drop down my arm.

I cut few new slashes before feeling my arm go numb. I felt the tears fall down.

Welcome to my nightmare.