I walked into the kitchen, hoping to get at least a little bit of breakfast for once. Catching sight of a ripe banana on the counter, I quickly peeled it and began to eat it. It tasted amazing, as all food did when you were basically a forced anorexic. It made me want more but I knew better, my stomach could no longer hold large amounts of food. It lost that tolerance awhile ago.
When I was halfway done, the banana was suddenly slapped out of my hand. I gasped and looked up to see him glaring down at me menacingly.
"You bitch! What do you think you are doing? Eating my food!" he bellowed, backing me up into the counter as he spat in my face. His hand swiftly struck my face, my head swinging to the side, my cheek stinging instantly and a headache beginning.
"You fat, worthless pig! Get on the floor where you belong!" he yelled, pushing me to the floor. My hip hit the edge of the counter on the way down and I knew it would leave a nice bruise.
"You need to be punished," he growled, gripping my shoulder tightly. He grabbed one of the knives off the counter and I closed my eyes to prepare myself for the pain that was coming. I felt him pull up my shirtsleeve and then the knife was slashing through the flesh on my arm. I whimpered in pain, a few tears slipping out due to how intense the pain was.
Eventually, he was done and walked away, barking at me to clean up after myself. He slammed the door behind him and I looked down slowly, scared of what I was going to see. There were five cuts across my arm, two on my upper arm, one by the joint, and two on my forearm. Bile rose in my throat at the sight of so much blood as I quickly began to make my way to the bathroom. There I cleaned the cuts and wrapped them in gauze tightly before cleaning the kitchen. By the time I was done cleaning up it was past the time I should have left to go to school. I got out of the door as fast as I could and took the new route to my new school, thankfully arriving in time.
The second I got near the school, I knew I would stick out like a sore thumb. It was a small school and they were all tall and tan, many of them muscular as well whereas I was short, pale, and scrawny. I made my way to the main entrance, holding myself tightly and keeping my head down, trying not to have an anxiety attack. All the stares and people scared me and I wished it would stop. In the main office, there was a nice lady behind the desk who helped me get registered and gave me my schedule.
I took my schedule from her, sending her a grateful smile before walking out of the office. I looked at the map and headed towards Wing C where my locker was. When I finally got to my locker I found that it was at the end of row so I wouldn't have to push through as many people to get to it. I emptied my backpack into it, only keeping a notebook, folder, and pencil. I closed my now full locker and looked at my schedule and saw that I had english so I headed in what I thought was the right direction. Again, it took me forever to find the room and by the time I got there I had likely missed half of the class. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door before walking into the classroom. All eyes were on me as I walked nervously up to the teacher and handed him my slip causing him to look at me weirdly.
"Do you not have an escort?" he asked confused. I shook my head, embarrassed.
"Okay, you can go sit by Embry and he'll be your escort for today. Embry raise your hand," he said and a large, muscular guy in the back of the classroom raised him hand, smiling friendlily. I made my way back to him avoiding everyones gazes.
"Hi!" he said cheerily as I sat down beside him.
"Hi," I said softly, hiding behind my hair.
"What's your name?" he asked still smiling widely.
"Kim," I said wishing he would just get the message that I didn't want to talk.
"So are you new here?" he whispered as the teacher began to lecture.
"Um, science," I said quietly.
"Me too! You'll sit by me in that class too probably!" He said happily. I gave him a confused look peeking from behind my hair.
"I sit alone in that class too," he explained. I nodded and listened to the teacher lecture on the writing styles of the 1500's. I dutifully took notes and kept myself busy through the whole period. By the time the bell rung, I had two pages of notes on Shakespeare. I quickly gathered my thing, trying not to wince at the horrible stinging in my arm.
"So, since I am your escort, I'll walk you to your locker and your next class," Embry said gathering his stuff also. "Can I see your schedule?"
I handed him my information and looked at him confused, as a grin grew on his face.
"We're locker neighbors and basically have the same schedule!" he exclaimed. I nodded and gripped my things as we walked out of the classroom and into the crowded hallway. People seemed to clear a path for him which was nice, but that meant everyone was staring at me as I walked beside him, trying to hide behind my hair. At our lockers, I grabbed the things I needed and Embry slammed his locker closed causing me to jump.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. I shook my head to show it was okay and closed my locker, a lot more gentle than he had.
When we got to science I went to the teacher and gave her my slip. Just as Embry had predicted, I was told to sit by him and he smiled at me before the teacher started giving instructions on the lab we were doing. It turned out that today, we were going to dissect a frog and all the other girls in class weren't excited about it. They were are all groaning as the teacher explained what we would have to do. It did not bother me, I was okay with cutting it open and not getting nauseous but, it saddened me to think that they were raised just to be killed so people could tear them apart. The teacher handed us our frog and supplies and Embry looked at me curious.
"This doesn't bother you?" he asked as I put on my gloves. I shrugged as I tried to get the gloves to stay on since they were way too big for me.
"Your awesome," he said bluntly, causing me to blush. We got to work and were the first ones done. We cleaned up our table and the teacher told us we could do what we wanted for the rest of class. I began the outline for the essay we were assigned in English while Embry attempted to sharpen his pencil with his scissors.
Once class was over, we walked back to my locker but, halfway there Embry ran into some of his friends. I had a feeling he would try and introduce me so, I quickly slipped away before he could. Embry approached me at my locker and gave me a questioning look but I just shrugged.
"What do you have next?" Embry asked as he opened his locker.
"Um, calculus," I said quietly.
"Seriously? I have algebra two!" he asked. I nodded as he gave me an unbelieving look.
"Okay, whatever, off to room 304," he said sillily, showing me the way to the classroom. The warning bell rang and he looked at me worriedly.
"The classroom is just down that hallway on the left, can you get there yourself? My class is on the other side of the school," he said rushing his words. I nodded and smiled encouragingly, and like that he was off in the other direction. I continued to walk down the hallway but halfway there, I was suddenly surrounded by a large group of girls. I began to panic as they smirked maliciously at me.
"Okay bitch, I know you're new but you should know that sluts like you aren't tolerated. Embry doesn't like you, he is mine. So back off and go get some new clothes," one of them said stepping in front of the others. I looked down at my pathetic wardrobe, I could only afford sweatpants and blank t-shirts with the occasional sweatshirt. I nodded in agreement, trying to get her to go away but, she pushed me causing me to fall on my butt. I dropped my books and caught myself with my arm, wincing as it burned. People all over the hallway began to laugh as I gathered my books from the floor.
Once I stood up, they finally let me through and I walked to calc dreading what the rest of the year would bring. Why was it always me? It wasn't like I was actually a slut, I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. The rest they said was true though, I was just a worthless bitch.