Hard Life 14+

(1D not included)
There is always that girl who sits in the back of class. who does self-harm, and gets bullied. well that girl is Jessica. basically the story is about Jessica's life and how she handles it. note: this story has some mature content.


8. Chapter 8


Jessica's POV: I opened my eyes and realized it was still kinda dark in my room. i saw the

cellphone next to me so i grabbed it and unlocked it. the light pretty much blinded my eyes. The time

read 7:00am. well i better get up if I dont wanna see my dad. I got up and brushed my teeth.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I whispered to myself "How ugly am I? everyone hates me.

why do I even live?" well not like I could think of a good reason too kill myself either.

I went in my room and searched for something in my closet. I just found some torquise skinny jeans with

a short White top with a blck undershirt. didnt really match but i didnt care. i got dressed and combed

my hair. i finally was ready for school. i grabbed my bag and slid my cellphone in there. i went downstairs

and to my suprise my dad was awke. he took a sip of his beer and said "Morning, your up pretty early"

i said "..yeah i know" i walked out the door and the cold air hit my face and blew my hair back.

I sighed taking in all the air and started walking. while I was walking I could hear some people

fighing like around the block. I looked around the corner and saw this man beating down this

man with a piece of wood. the man that was getting beaten had blood coming out from his head

and mouth. the man that was beating him yelled "This is what happens when I dont get my money!"

my eyes shot wide open than i felt a cold hand touch my arm. i silently gasped and turned around to see

Steven. Steven than saw the sight behind me and said "we better go" i nodded and followed behind him.

he looked at me and said "..why?" i was confused for a moment, but i think I knew what he meant.

"Why what?: he sighed and said :"Why did he rape you?" i looked at the ground and said "Because..I was late

coming home" automaticaly Steven reaplied saying "Its all my fault" I started getting frustrated with this boy

so i said "How Steven! How is it your fault!? You were trying to help me!! and i thank you for that.

But its not always your fault! in fact..it never was!!" He was silent  for quiet a while so i said "Well say something!"

Suddenly I heard a gunshot. 

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