That summer
Chapter 1
My name is Marina Stevenson. At home, I’m the child to be hit
by my father. At school, I’m one of those short, scrawny kids
that always gets beaten up and pushed around, because I am a
nobody.
A couple years ago, I found out that I had depression. But the
madness started at an early age. I was 5 years old when my parents
divorced. I was forced to stay at my dad’s. He always had a
bad temper, but I never thought it would get so bad that he would
start hitting me. When I turned six, that’s when I started
being hit by my father. That’s also when he started drinking.
At school, I always was and will always be the shy, quiet, awkward
kid. The bullying started at 7th grade. I’ve been
bullied for three years. All those awful things they had said to me
spun around in my head, and I couldn’t stop thinking that I
was never good enough.
I wore my usual hairstyle: ponytail. I walked downstairs to
eat breakfast. No sight of my father. He was at work. But when he
comes home drunk, the hitting begins.
After eating breakfast, I walked up to the bus stop. Two kids were
getting on the bus: my ex best friend and her new best friend. They
gave me dirty looks and I was forced to ignore them like always.
Apparently I was late, because the only seat that was available for
me was next to my ex abusive boyfriend. He smirked at me and
touched my neck with his fingertips. I flinched.
“Don’t touch me!” I warned him.
“Oh what are you gonna do about it?” he said
with his two eyebrows close together.
I ignored him and moved a little whenever he would touch
me.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it was like when he
wasn’t like this. Because it’s true. He wasn’t
like this. Last year he started doing drugs and smoked weed. I
guess he just forgot about how much he loved me.
“Why are you wearing long sleeves when it’s 88
degrees outside?” he asked.
Did I mention that I cut myself?
I pulled my arm away, but he grabbed it again.
“Aw! Would you like me to kiss those for you?” he
sarcastically said. “Attention seeker.” He rolled his
eyes.
I felt the tears coming up but blinked them away.
My day went normal as people taunted me, gave me dirty looks, and
pushed me into walls and lockers while calling me terrible
things.
We had a substitute for my last period, Biology.
When the bell rang, everyone left the classroom, but the substitute
told me to stay.
“Marina, we need to talk. I have to tell you something very
important,” she told me.
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So I haven't written in FOREVER! I decided to make a new story.
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