The Past was a Lie and the Future's a Bitch

Zaria's P.O.V Date: December 1st

Why can't they just stop already? This was the 5th day they've been at it sense the last time they stopped. Why can't they just see that I'm not going to give in? That I'm not going to cry infront of them? That I'm not going to give them the saticfation of knowing that they hurt me?

All well, it doesn't matter the day's almost over and I'll soon be off for my 4 day vaction sense there's no school Friday and Monday. The only thing I hate about it is that I have to spend 2 of those days at grandma's because dad is going to a dart tornument. My mom asked if I would've liked to stay with her but there is no way in hell I'm spending 2, maybe all 4, days with that poor excuse for a mother. She never really wanted a kid let alone 3. She always treated Stacy, Jace, and I like we weren't there unless she needed something done. She would always get drunk and yell, sometimes even go as far as to hit us, just because there was 1 dirty bowl in the sink. Sometimes when she got drunk she would disappear for a few days and Stacy, Jace, and I would have no idea where she was, if she was ok and when she would be coming back. I'm glad my dad got cusity of me when he did because if he hadn't I wouldn't be here right now. That doesn't matter anymore though what I should be focusing on is how Kimberly and Sarah get closer and closer with each passing second. My last hour of the day was a study hall and I had it with the 2 people I hated the most.

I looked up at the clock and saw that there was only 3 mintues left of class and I would soon be on my way to my g-ma's house. When I looked back they were 2 tables away from me . I quickly grabbed my geometry book and went to the teacher "asking for help" when I just really wanted to get away from them.

The bell finally rung and I got my shit and got out of there before anything could happen. I got to my locker to see a note has been shoved in through the little vents the lockers have. I shoved the letter in my pocket because it said the same thing they all say. It was the usual, "Go kill yourself", "Nobody likes you", "Your a annoying little bitch". What ticks me off the most about them though is that they say, your, instead of , you're, like it should be. I mean if you're going to insult someone through notes you should at least use proper fucking grammar. But they're dumbass, what are you going to do?

It doesn't matter though, that place with the people I hate is 3 blocks behind me and the place were I can relax and have a little bit of peace is another 2 block ahead of me.

Even though it's December, I pass houses that had little kids playing in the front yard and others with some old couples on the porch, all thanks to Flordia weather. Even though I hate this town, I also love it. It's so peaceful and happy. I wish I could be like this town. But no, I'm everything but peaceful and happy. I'm a wreck, I have nothing and I am nothing. Their words just now taking hold on my mind and replaying on the highest volume. They're right, I am annoying, nobody does like me, and I should kill myself. With every thought a new tear left my eye, went down my cheek, dripped off my chin, and crashed to the ground. Why did they have to be so mean? I mean I'm just like them, I just like different things. Yet, that makes all the difference somehow.

I gripped my elbows with my hands trying to shut off my mind, shut off their words. But it didn't work, it never does. I just need to get to grandma's house and I can bury myself with anything it takes to make the pain go away.

Only 1 block left! I'm so close to....

Pain shot right through my left said and vibrated to my left. I felt myself being flung into the air. It felt like I was up there forever. When I came back down my head slammed on the ground and I felt a warm liguid. I heared a truck door open but it never closed. I opened my eyes to see why and that's when I saw a woman in her early 20's running toward me.

"Oh my gosh," she exclaimed. "I called 9-1-1 they should be here soon just hold on." She sat on the ground right next to me. "This might hurt but I have to put pressure on some of the wounds so you won't bleed out."

"What doesn't hurt," was what I was meant to say but it came out more like a whine and groan.
I saw her get a towel that she had right beside her and if I wasn't in enormous emounts of pain I would've been wondering when she put them there. She put one towel under my head, another she put on my right leg, and the last she put under my left arm. She applied pressure to the one on my leg and started to mumble something.

She turned to me and started to say how sorry she was but I lefted my right arm and gave her the symblo for ok. "What's that for," she asked but I just smiled at her and it wasn't one of my famous fake one's, it was a real one. Because this the moment I've been waiting for but was never able to bring it on myself. I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I knew I couldn't hang on any longer. So this is what it's like to die. I smiled at the thought. The last thing I heard was the ambulance getting closer but before I could even think the word no, I was out cold.

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