Words Break Spirit Part
2
In the morning, Rhiannon didn't rush to get
ready. She never did anymore. She stopped caring about what she
looked like. She'd throw on an old T-shirt and pants, then
brush her stick-straight hair. The only thing important to her
was bracing herself for the day she had to endure. She stopped
hoping that maybe, just maybe the endless cruelty would stop.
That was just an unreachable dream, the absolute impossible. It
wasn't like she'd ever be able to catch a break. Any girl
who committed such an awful crime against nature and liked other
girls instead of boys just didn't deserve to.
Another "Are you okay, sweetheart?"
was asked by her concerned mom, with the same "Yeah, I'm
absolutely fine, I promise." were exchanged before she
headed out the door, to her own personal doom. No, things
weren't okay. What was okay anymore, anyway? Her life was at
an all time low, but her mother didn't need to know that.
Rhiannon could handle everything on her own. She was strong
enough to. The shaking hands and huge lump in her throat said
otherwise. She wasn't strong enough. She was weak,
frightened, afraid.
At school, it was nothing but worse than ever. She
was pushed into lockers, had her hair pulled, she was spat on.
She was lower than ever, and it was never going to change for the
better. Anyone who wasn't abusing her physically was doing
something worse- ignoring her. She was falling and nobody was
helping her up. To some people she was now nonexistent.
Worthless. She didn't deserve help, she didn't need any
sort of attention. That's the way it should be for revolting
gay people like her.
School ended, just like a regular day. People walked out in
groups, laughing and smiling. They paid no attention to the young
girl dying inside. The girl who needed so much help, but
couldn't say a thing. Who would help her? Why would anyone
care, when everyone hated her so much? There was nobody to turn
to, nobody to pull her out of the deep rut she was in.
All by her lonesome at home again, which was the
last thing Rhiannon needed. She needed someone to hold her and
tell her it would be alright. That she was perfect and soon
enough, everyone that hurt her would stop. That everything would
be back to normal. She needed comfort and closure. She longed for
touch of her mother, that was so alien to her these days. But she
wasn't getting it any time soon.