School. The one place I could get away from him. The one place he wasn't controlling me. It didn't make a difference though. The other students were almost as bad as him other students bullied me both physically and mentally and no one ever gave me a second look. It was torture. I was completely alone, surrounded by people who made my life a living hell. There was no break from the abuse in my life. At school it was the other students and at home it was him.

I liked learning though, and some of my teachers liked me. I was a good student. Besides a job, school work was the only other thing there was for me to do. I concentrated on my schoolwork for a distraction. That and reading. Reading and writing had always been a distraction or release for me. I could be myself, I didn't have to hide. It was the same with music. I slowly saved up my pennies to buy an ipod and once I had one, music. I listened to music whenever I could, like I was now as I walked to school.

I always walked to school, he would never drive me or give me a vehicle. That would give me freedom and rights, which were never given to me. I went to Forks High School since I lived on the border between Forks and La Push. Since I lived on the border it was a long walk to either school but of course Forks was farther away. It was too cold to walk to school, especially since I only had a thin jacket. Winter was horrible; so cold and snowy, it wasn't healthy.

By the time I got to school my face was frozen and my whole body was shaking. I was always was cold but this was an extreme. I made my way inside trying to hide from everyone. I had almost made it to my locker without being noticed but it was too good to be true.

"Ah, don't you look so pathetic," a nasally, high-pitched voice that I recognized to be Lauren's cooed behind me. I tried to ignore her, concentrating on putting the combo in the lock.

"Bitch look at me when I talk to you!" she growled grabbing my arm roughly and turning me to face her before slamming me into the locker harshly. The lock hit my back sharply, scraping against it. I flinched at the sharp pain and she grinned.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt? How about this?" she asked pushing me to the ground and kicking my stomach. I groaned in pain, he had kicked the same place last night. I quickly curled into a ball so she was kicking my shins instead.

"Ugh, you're so disgusting," she complained before walking away. I forced myself to stand up quickly, as to not get kicked again. Many people were laughing as I winced at the pain in my abdomen. I got my things from my locker and made my way to my first class and started my day.

The last class of my day was gym, my least favorite class. I changed in the bathroom stall and came out in my gym outfit. I tried to ignore all the comments that were thrown my way as I walked through the locker room. Some of the insults were about my weight, others my body shape, personality, or just overall looks. Even though I was unhealthily skinny, they still called me fat. I would like gym if I had more energy and was healthier. I liked being active and playing sports, but I couldn't do as much as I would like, leaving me to stand wimpily in the corner.

After class I found that my clothes were no longer in my locker. I looked around and found Jessica, Lauren's friend standing on the other side of the room holding them with a smirk on her face.

"Please give them back," I asked softly as I walked over to her.

"I think not," she sneered, holding them above my head, which was easy since I was pretty short, standing at 5'2". She quickly walked over to the showers and dropped my clothes on the floor. I grabbed them swiftly but wasn't fast enough. The shower turned on, dousing me in ice cold water. I gasped at the sudden cold as I was immediately soaked. I tried walking away but slipped, falling backwards and hitting my head sharply against the hard floor. I had an instant headache and my vision was blurry for a few seconds. The water turned off as I lay there, soaked to the bone and trying to back my tears.

It was only when I was sure everyone had left that I slowly got up, feeling very dizzy and nauseous. I slowly walked to a bathroom stall, barely making it before the little food in my stomach came out. It was only then, as I sat retching acid into the toilet that I began to cry. They had gone too far this time. I couldn't put up with this anymore.

After I was sure I was done vomitting, I slowly stood up leaning on the wall as the room spun and I had trouble staying on my feet. I very slowly made my way out of the locker room and through the halls, trying to get to my locker. At my locker, I stood still for a few minutes trying to stabilize the earth and catch my breath. Once I had I gathered my things and made my way to the front office, I needed to leave this school. I got into the office and the warmth and subdued light made me feel very sleepy.

"Hello dear, how can I help you?" the secretary asked nicely. It took me a few seconds to answer as it took a lot more effort than normal to respond.

"I need papers to transfer to another school, my parents are having move to the high school on the rez," I said slowly, the noise hurting my head even more.

"Okay, sweetie here you go. You can fill them out right now and I'll send them over to La Push High tonight so you can start there tomorrow," she said giving me a nice smile although she looked at me suspiciously.

It was then that I realized my words weren't just slow, they were slurred. I nodded, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. I filled out the form, taking my time to answer all of the questions as they didn't seem to make sense at first. Eventually, I figured it all out and completed it, handing it back to the lady and making my way out of the school for the last time.

As I walked out into the sun, it aggravated my head, the pounding intensifying. I pushed myself forward and began to make my way home. It was slow going as I was really dizzy and had trouble staying on my feet. When I was about halfway there, a car appeared coming towards me and I looked up, breaking my concentration causing me to trip and fall. I ended up lying on the ground and I couldn't get up. I was too dizzy and I began to feel I was going to vomit again. My head was pounding and I closed my eyes to try and stifle it. Once they were closed, they were too heavy to open again and I found myself slipping into unconciousness.