Long Way Down

-Sammie
I cautiously walked down the halls of West Mermiran High, doing everything in my being to not run into my infamous bullies.

Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan. To be fully honest, they frighten me. They beat me, call me names, and embarrass me in front of the entire West Mermiran body.

Every. Single. Day.

I don’t have parents. My mom died, and my dad re-married, took in his new wife and kids and left me. Literally. I came home from school one day and there was nothing, not a dirty cup left in the sink, not my belongings, not a soul. I was crushed for as long as I can remember to be honest.

I went into foster care for a while, but it was tiring, and the people often pissed me off to absolutely no extent. So, I went and got a lawyer with all my money that I had saved up from countless hours of working, and tried my way in court for self-custody, and won.

Now, I live in my own place. I transferred schools considering there, I was the girl that no one liked and I was so terrible my dad left for a better life because I was the reason my mom died. Which, wasn’t true, she died of a stroke when she was out jogging one day.

But, back to now, I go to West Mermiran High School, as I mentioned earlier. I have two jobs. I babysit my neighbor’s children after school- Weston, eleven, and his younger sister, Hunter, eight- every day until eight-thirty. My second job is working at a clothing boutique about five minutes away from my place. I make enough to pay the bills and go out “fancy” twice a month- and fancy meaning, out to eat, to the fair, movies or something that sparks my mood of the day.

My life isn’t perfect, but it’s what you make it out to be. At this moment, I’m on my way to Excelled Writing. I write a lot in my free time, mostly drabbles, but their all getting there. I have not one wish or command in my body to go to E.W. this morning. Hunter accidentally spilt her apple juice on my coat this morning, when I dropped them off at their elementary school. So, at this instance I don’t think I can actually muster up a smile and sit in that plain room for ninety minutes.

Out of nowhere my bag was forcefully ripped from my shoulder, along with my wet coat, and thrown to the ground. As I turned, I was pushed against someone’s hard, broad chest. And held into place by two strong arms, holding my waist. One blow. Two. Three, all to my stomach. A slap on my right cheek. I bit my lip from crying in front of them- mistake, I was punched in the mouth, and because I was holding in my lip, it was now double-busted, on top of that I was bleeding from what I assume, my gums, and nose. Bruises already forming along my ribs.

Suddenly, I hit the floor, with an expected thud.

My jaw was harshly grabbed by one of my abusers- Liam. I put on my ‘tough girl face’ and glared at him through my now, watery eyes.

“You know what you are? You’re a waste. A nothing. “He spoke in a low, slow, tired, voice. He let go of me. I slowly stood up, awaiting the kick back down, but it never came. Harry stood before me, “Good God Sammie! You so fucking fat I can’t see down the damn hall!”

I was tired of their shit. I knew I wasn’t fat. I might not have had a thigh gap but, I sure as hell didn’t have a stomach.

I snapped my neck up, and looked into his menacing eyes. “Well, thanks to the good lord, there is something called exercising where I can fix my so called fatness, but unfortunately, for you our great god didn’t make anything that will fix your ugly beasty looking ass.” –And with those words, I was thrown to the ground, and following the awful fall, a kick to my head by Niall.

“Well, at least I’m not an un-loved shut-In that has no family or friends.” The cruel words sound as if they had been recited many times before they flowed into my ears by none other than Harry Styles.

I laid on the floor, feeling as if the world was spinning around me. Slow then fast, the slow again. My worn out eyes shut just as I see the janitor making her way over to me.
“Not again sweet-heart” Are the last words that entered me before drifting off into a slumber.

Notes

Thank you for reading!
l.b.