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How one person can make a big diference 4
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What? “She said in a cocky voice .
I nodded to my seat not saying a word only standing there waiting.” Bitch i was here first go find somewhere else to sit freak" She said harshly raising her voice a bit ."Hurry up back there!” The bus driver yelled in a very irritable voice.
I still stood finally a guy in the next to last seat stood up and offered me a seat with him. It was strange i could not understand i only slid into the seat and stayed silent .
He slid into the seat as well and never said a word for once all day someone had understood enough to help in just one small way i would have thanked him but i only nodded in thanks.
When it came time for my stop the bus screeched to a halt "Hurry up back there i don't got time for you to be slow miss “He yelled loosing his temper fast .The boy had gotten off just two stops before me so it was easy to slide out and limp down the isle.
"We don't got all day! "He yelled again he was sweaty and anger was building up in him. I was moving as fast as my sore limbs would allow me to go. Trying to move faster i was not focused on my feet and i did not see the bag in the isle and tripped again this time landing on my knees i cried out in pain .
"Oh for god sakes "the bus driver said causing a stir of laughs to ring out .I climbed back up to my feat and made my way off the bus .I don't know what they where saying only that it would hurt me more if i did know.
Now in my house .Being welcomed by the cold loneliness i felt my body shake slightly i knew something was wrong inside me but i did not care enough to find out. Walking into my room i felt the dead silence over whelm me . I clicked on the computer as i walked by it going to the closet. I took shoes off and sat down on my bed as i slipped my shirt up and off changing into something that was not so heavy or would cause me to move very much.
The light silk white and black stripped gown would cover the black and purple bruises but still be comfy and cool to wear. The computer was automatically logging me onto the net so i walked out going to take a look at the marks on my back in the tall mirror .I still carried my shirt when i saw something odd a red stain in the back. A deep dark crimson spot in the light fabric .
Looking into the mirror i saw it. The boy had punched me so hard it had busted the skin and blood was still lightly oozing from it .The shock of the hit had numbed the skin around it causing a dead sensation in the skin. I put a hand on the linoleum counter top of the bathroom and looked down tears falling fast Why did i have to live my life this way? Why did i have to be tortured for being alive! Feeling a little more dead inside with every second that passed .
I walked back into my room holding a towel over my open wound .I sat down on my bed lifting the pillow i looked at the thing that would one day send me to hell or so i thought.
Holding the gun in my hand a closed my eyes tears sliding down my crimson kissed cheats the soft click of the gun as i put my finger on the trigger .
Then suddenly my IM tune rang out in the dead silence .I opened my eyes with a flash breathing fast it had scared me almost pulling the trigger for me .I looked down and half laughed at myself i was so foolish i put the gun back to my head and it rung out again sighing it could not hurt to talk to whoever it was trying to get my attention could it? so my hand slid onto the mouse and clicked AOL up in a flash .Little did i know this would be the man to save my life.
”Hey what is up?” he said though I am sure you must know those are not the exact words. It has been two years since then Forgive me I don’t have the best memory. “Not a lot u?” I had responded .
I don’t remember the words down to the exact. Don’t get your hopes up my story is far from over ..and some of it has yet to happen
I nodded to my seat not saying a word only standing there waiting.” Bitch i was here first go find somewhere else to sit freak" She said harshly raising her voice a bit ."Hurry up back there!” The bus driver yelled in a very irritable voice.
I still stood finally a guy in the next to last seat stood up and offered me a seat with him. It was strange i could not understand i only slid into the seat and stayed silent .
He slid into the seat as well and never said a word for once all day someone had understood enough to help in just one small way i would have thanked him but i only nodded in thanks.
When it came time for my stop the bus screeched to a halt "Hurry up back there i don't got time for you to be slow miss “He yelled loosing his temper fast .The boy had gotten off just two stops before me so it was easy to slide out and limp down the isle.
"We don't got all day! "He yelled again he was sweaty and anger was building up in him. I was moving as fast as my sore limbs would allow me to go. Trying to move faster i was not focused on my feet and i did not see the bag in the isle and tripped again this time landing on my knees i cried out in pain .
"Oh for god sakes "the bus driver said causing a stir of laughs to ring out .I climbed back up to my feat and made my way off the bus .I don't know what they where saying only that it would hurt me more if i did know.
Now in my house .Being welcomed by the cold loneliness i felt my body shake slightly i knew something was wrong inside me but i did not care enough to find out. Walking into my room i felt the dead silence over whelm me . I clicked on the computer as i walked by it going to the closet. I took shoes off and sat down on my bed as i slipped my shirt up and off changing into something that was not so heavy or would cause me to move very much.
The light silk white and black stripped gown would cover the black and purple bruises but still be comfy and cool to wear. The computer was automatically logging me onto the net so i walked out going to take a look at the marks on my back in the tall mirror .I still carried my shirt when i saw something odd a red stain in the back. A deep dark crimson spot in the light fabric .
Looking into the mirror i saw it. The boy had punched me so hard it had busted the skin and blood was still lightly oozing from it .The shock of the hit had numbed the skin around it causing a dead sensation in the skin. I put a hand on the linoleum counter top of the bathroom and looked down tears falling fast Why did i have to live my life this way? Why did i have to be tortured for being alive! Feeling a little more dead inside with every second that passed .
I walked back into my room holding a towel over my open wound .I sat down on my bed lifting the pillow i looked at the thing that would one day send me to hell or so i thought.
Holding the gun in my hand a closed my eyes tears sliding down my crimson kissed cheats the soft click of the gun as i put my finger on the trigger .
Then suddenly my IM tune rang out in the dead silence .I opened my eyes with a flash breathing fast it had scared me almost pulling the trigger for me .I looked down and half laughed at myself i was so foolish i put the gun back to my head and it rung out again sighing it could not hurt to talk to whoever it was trying to get my attention could it? so my hand slid onto the mouse and clicked AOL up in a flash .Little did i know this would be the man to save my life.
”Hey what is up?” he said though I am sure you must know those are not the exact words. It has been two years since then Forgive me I don’t have the best memory. “Not a lot u?” I had responded .
I don’t remember the words down to the exact. Don’t get your hopes up my story is far from over ..and some of it has yet to happen
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On February 5th 2008 artfreak101 Said: |
| kmp!!!!i know what u were going through...the same thing happened to me three years ago....=/ |
| On December 7th 2007 4me92 Said: |
| oooo!!! keep me posted! |
| On September 4th 2007 kinkybitch101 Said: |
| wow i really love it...it's sad that that happened tho...good job...keep me posted please |
| On September 3rd 2007 softballdemon Said: |
| I definatley love this. I know exactly how you felt. I don't get the physical abuse from my peers, but I might as well. Slowling I'm inching towards where you were before that AIM, but nothing can change so I'm just following my given path.
good writing. |
| On August 14th 2007 Savedbyalamb Said: |
| Wow....awesome, but sad story. Great job... |
| On August 13th 2007 LilithDragon Said: |
| Definitely getting better, i was going to tell you to add more drama, you certainly are introducing a lot more anger and outrage. GREAT, this should start attracting people. Could you take a qoute and have it beside your title, you know entice people into reading your stories. Maybe edit your backlog (1-3) add some more outrage and descriptions, emotions etc. Message you soon. |
