Silence

TRIGGERING!!!

Willow has experienced neglect and abuse all her life, she resorted to self-harm as a release and suicide as a way out from the horror that she lived. Willow has a complicated story where she loved her bully, Taila, she also made friends but at the last moments of her life.

Taila has a slightly different story, she was the bully to Willow but she had a secret as well. In her personal life, outside school she lived with her adopted mother and brother- who was released from prison-, he constantly rapes Taila. She finds that she needs to be better than others at school so no one will see how weak she is. The strange matter was she loved Willow, so in the end she tries to help but it is too late.

Liam is one of Willow's closest friends, at his old school he was bullied for being gay and his boyfriend killed himself, after recovering he moved school and met his new group whom befriended Willow soon after. But did Liam truly get over the pain or did he just hide it away?

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3. Willow's Story Part 3

I woke up bright and early in the morning. Crawling from my bed I felt the urge flying through me, grabbing the knife I dragged it into my skin. Before long blood was pouring out in beautiful crimson drops. Moving fast I went into the bathroom and locked the door having a quick shower watching the blood fall down the drain, spiraling down with the water.

I sighed softly at the pain, the agony I felt inside was now slipping away into physical emotions. There wasn't much of a difference but still... it felt right when the blade was against my skin. 

 Once I was done I dried my hair, brushed my teeth and walked back to my bedroom. I looked around the drawers for clothes and settled for black ripped jeans, knee high red converses, a t-shirt that said "If you can read this well done! You aren't that stupid", finally my best friend in clothing, a hoodie.

Applying some eye liner and mascara I was ready. I walked down the stairs to be greeted by the disgusting smell of alcohol. I looked into the sitting room and found my dad passed out on the couch as usual. Sighing I walked back to school.

I arrived at the school earlier than usual so I went to the library. Logging onto one of the computers I inserted my pen drive and printed off Taila's story. Once that was done I walked the corridors until I found Miss Perfect.

"What do you want freak?", she asked. Her voice held hatred and bitterness. She always acts like she knows me when she knows nothing about me. No one does.

 As usual I said nothing, just handed her the story and turned to walk away. I heard her mumble thanks under her breathe. Shrugging I walked away, I had a free period so I was off to the outdoor benches.

 

 I laid onto one of the benches tapping away to the music on my phone. I felt my bag being grabbed from my hand making me sit up right. There in front of me was Devin, one of the jocks. Some of his friends were standing behind him watching curiously.

 

"Let's see what the freak has in here!", Devin cheered and tipped my bag upside down and revealed the contents on it.

 My notebook with all my poems landed on the ground, I dived for it but failed. The jerk grabbed it and made a TSK sound.

 

"Well it looks like someone is weird. What are these freak? Some letters to your friends, oh wait you have no friends!", Devin laughed. He threw the book over to Frazer who started reading through the pages. His eyes darting through the pages.

Having enough of it all, I grabbed my bag stuffing everything back in it before running past Frazer and grabbing the book off him and bolting back into the school.

 Why is everyone such jerks?!

 I sat outside my Maths class waiting for it to actually start. I sighed hating it. Me and maths are enemies, oh and the teacher hates me! But one good thing, no Taila.

 The rest of the day passed by and before I knew it I was back home. My room was painted completely black, the furniture was black as well. Everything was dark colours,  a constant reminder of how dark the world is.

 I sat on my bed still not knowing what to do for my story. My wrists crying blood, I just ended up thinking of how life had became like this. How did my life become so broken? Because of her. Then it hit me, for the story I would do my story.

 

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The next two days kept passing by like a blur,  I would wake up, go to school to be bullied like always then I would go home to a drunk dad. Life at been even more lonely since my brothers had moved out. I sat in my room bored out of my mind when I heard my phone go off. Looking at it, it was a email from Facebook.

Grabbing my laptop I logged on to find my notifications blowing up with the red numbers, each one saying someone has commented on a photo you are tagged in. Nervously I clicked on one of them and felt the horror creep onto my face.  The picture was of a fat woman’s body with my face photo shopped onto it. I turned to the comments feeling my stomach churn.

"OMG! IT LOOKS JUST LIKE HER!"

 "She is gonna freak"

 "I heard she slept with some old creep"

"Me too! And in the middle of a street as well. She is such a freak"

 

 I felt the tears creep down my cheeks, everything spinning in my head. I never slept with him, he raped me. I saw a message appear on my screen, clicking it I found the culprit.

 "Maybe now you will understand that NO ONE WANTS YOU AROUND! Do yourself and us all a favour, go kill yourself slitter. Taila"

She was right, wasn't she? No one actually wanted me around, what is the point anymore? I felt the pain surge through me like a bolt of lightning. I finally realized no one cared if I lived or died. Every emotion slipped away from me until all that was left was the painful truth. I am alone.

I grabbed one of my many blades and took it to my wrists. I cut for all the pain she made me feel, I cut for all the misery Taila forced on me, I cut for all the alcohol my father drinks, I cut all for the times I cried, I had cut more than I ever had before.

 My arms and legs were throbbing. Blood pouring down like the rain, I curled up in agony. Not agony from the slits my blade made but the agony that was shredding my cold heart apart. I cried until no more tears would fall. I felt too alone, almost as if everything in my life was fading away. I fell into a deep depression that night. My heart tightened against my chest and I fell asleep in my own misery.

 

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I dressed up in leggings, a tank top and a hoodie. I didn't bother about make up or anything, I walked down the stairs and went to grab a bit of fruit when I remembered the picture. Pulling my hand away I looked down at my stomach. Fat.

Sighing to myself I walked to school, I ignored the stares, the taunting laughter and cold whispers. I walked to my first class English. Today was the day the story is to be handed it, I had finished mines yesterday in detention.

I sat down in my chair and got my story out for the teacher to collect. Soon the class was filled, some people passing glances over at me. Judging me. My hood was up so no one could see the tears that were still threatening to fall.

 "Okay class, today is the day the stories are to be handed in. I have decided you will read them in front of the class then I will grade them", the teacher spoke.  Hey on a plus side I won't have to considering everyone knows I rarely speak.

 "As for you Willow, I will be reading yours out", crap.

First up was a quiet boy called Mathew. He was one of the nicest people in the school, I remember when I first joined this school he tried to be friends with me but that soon changed when he was threatened for being friends with the freak.

 "Okay here goes", Mathew started.

"I walked through the crowded corridors, my eyes darting to each group. They were all talking about the new girl. This was the first I had even heard that a new girl was going to be joining let alone already here. I looked around and watched in amusement as everyone fell silent. There she was, her hair fell down to below her shoulders, her fringe covered her eyes but there was sadness in her smile. She was dressed in black with a hoodie and plain jeans.

I watched as she nervously clutched her arm. Then it all started, shouts of harsh names echoed throughout the groups. They called her stupid, how did they know if she was smart or not they have never met her! They called her ugly, she was beautiful. I walked up to her, people staring at me weirdly like I had grown a second head. I smiled as I reached the girl, she looked up at me. Intense green eyes flickered through her hair, those eyes held pain as if she had seen too much. I said hello and held out my hand to her, shyly she shook it but said no words.

Could this beauty not speak? I was then pulled away from her by someone that liked to make people feel like dirt, the bully. They told me if I befriended the freak I would pay. I am not one for trouble so I agreed, the girl would be fine wouldn't she? How I wish that was true. Months past and I watched her break away, she was beating, treated like she was worthless. The more I tried to help her I was forced away from her to the point I finally realized why I cared so much. It was love at first sight", Mathew finished and looked over at me. Why was he looking at me like that?

 

I shrugged and sat back as more people went up and told their story until finally it came to the story I wrote for Taila.

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