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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9. Willow's Story Part 9

The rest of lunch was filled with the guys teaching me how to do stunts on the skateboard and Blake staring at me. By the end of lunchtime I felt tired from the day and was heading to my fifth class when I ran into Taila and her group. 

"Where do you think you are going freak?", one of the blonde sluts asked flicking her fake hair over her shoulder.  

I looked around the group seeing Mathew was in it, I looked at him with pleading eyes but he stared at me with anger. What did I do?  Before I knew it I was pulled into the girls bathroom and everything started. My hair was pulled, stomach kicked, the group of girls kept hitting me all over.

Taila was just staring at the group rolling her eyes at me before tell them that was enough. They walked away leaving me curled up in my tears but it didn't end there.

I felt my body being lifted up and carried, the smell of men’s cologne filled my nose. I opened my eyes to see some of the jocks looking down at me with greed in their eyes. I shuddered hoping that it wasn't going to happen but it did. One by one they had their 'fun', no matter how much I cried for them to stop they didn't. Mathew finished and kicked me in the stomach before leaving me there stripped from my innocence. 

 I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I laid alone in that empty classroom with the voices singing in my head. 

 

La la lalalala, Na na nanana,

 

Blood and tears fall from here,

 

Dancing stars high above,

 

The singing blade falls today,

 

Down with rain goes the paint,

 

Pain fading with the drops,

 

Your tears fall with the blood,

 

La la lalalala, Na na nanana.

 

                                                               ***

 

"Bloody hell! Willow", I heard a familiar voice gasp. Mummers filled the air, each voice seemed familiar but I didn't know who it was.

 "Willow! Can you here me? God please say something", I heard the first voice cry out, tears hit my skin making me shudder.

"It's going to be okay, Evan call an ambulance. Liam help me get her outside", the voice started shouting. 

I felt myself slip in and out of darkness, the voices kept singing their song over and over. Sirens blared in the background, gasps came from everywhere but I couldn't hear anything right. I felt numb, the world was slipping away and I could feel freedom coming even closer.

 I could hear beeping in the back of my head, I looked around and found myself in a beautiful forest. Breathing happily I ran through the trees, my hair blowing against the warm wind. I felt  free, free from the pain, free from the disgust, free from life.

I came to a stop when I felt a pull on my hand, I couldn't see anyone besides me but I felt like someone was holding my hand. A soft voice filled my head, it was like a lullaby that could wash away any pain. 

"Willow please wake up, please. I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was afraid, I am afraid. This feeling is strange, I blamed you but now I see that it is no one's fault I feel like this. It is love. Please baby, please come back to me." 

 

I knew the voice, I had heard it so many times, dreamed to hear that voice everyday for the rest of my life but I just didn't know who it belonged to. I didn't know why the person sounded so broken hearted. I just didn't understand why I want to hold the owner of the voice.

 

The voice broke my heart, her voice sounded so broken yet angelic. I felt my forest fall away until I was alone in the cold darkness again. No voices in my head, no pull at my hand. The only sound I could hear was the beeping. 

I felt heavy, my heart was beating slowly against my chest. I slowly opened my eyes but shut then instantly when the light shone to brightly. I tried again and let my surroundings come to me. Wires were stuck in my arms all connected up to machines. 

I saw Blake and Seth talking in hushed voices. My throat was burning from thirst, sitting up a little I let out a quiet scream in pain. Seth jumped and turned around to face me. His face paled but then he let out the most girlish squeal I had ever heard.

"Willow! You're okay", Blake smiled looking at me. 

Before I knew it two doctors came into the room along with a few nurses. They were looking at the dancing Seth before turning to look at me in shock.

"Hello Willow, I am doctor Harvey. You have been in a coma for a week, I would like to ask you some questions", one of the doctors said looking at me as a nurse handed me a cup of water.  The other doctor ushered the guys out of the room and then Doctor Harvey sat on a chair beside the bed.

He asked me questions about what happened that day,  I said I didn't remember not wanting to go back into that experience. He then asked me about my scars, I said I used to cut but stopped. Even if he didn't believe me it wouldn't matter.

I was released from the hospital a few hours later and giving to my 'worried' mother. I waved goodbye to the guys and walked with her to the car. We drove in silence until we were almost home where my mother decided to speak.

"You are in trouble young lady, I always knew you would become a slut", she spat at me gripping onto the wheel. 

I blinked away the tears and stared out of the window. Why was I even alive? It was obvious no one even wanted me around. When the car came to a stop I nervously got out of the car and walked into the house. My hell awaited.

My dad sat on the couch as usual he was holding a bottle of alcohol, I felt myself being pushed into the sitting room by my mother causing my dad to look up.

"Look who is home, my love", the bitch spoke to my dad. He grunted something then kept drinking not really caring.

"She was in the hospital, they even asked questions Mark", she said more coldly causing him to stand up and glare at me. Oh boy.

"What did you tell them you fat bitch?", my dad yelled throwing the bottle at the wall causing it to smash into pieces.

"I didn't tell him anything I swear", I said looking at them. 

 

"Lying slut", my mother scoffed before pushing me to the ground.

That was it, something inside me broke and I felt the anger form inside me. I hated them both, I hated everyone for what they had done to me. I was angry at them, at myself, at life.

 

"Oh, I'm the slut am I? Tell me again why did dad leave you the first time? I know! Because you were the one sleeping around like the disgusting whore you are", I said to my mother coldly. Her face darkened and she kicked me hard in the stomach.

"Is that the best you have got? From what I remember you used to managed to knock me out", I laughed feeling my sanity slip away. 

My dad made a disgusted face and grabbed me by the hair pulling me to my feet.

"I'll knock you out, fatty", he slurred and grabbed a glass bottle hitting me over the head then threw me back to the ground.

"Go to your room, now", my dad ordered before grabbing my mother and pulling her over to the couch not waiting until I was out of the room.

I gagged and ran up the stairs clutching my head. I curled up on the bed crying, nothing was ever going to change. I saw my school bag on the floor and pulled out my English report. I read over it and sighed throwing it into the bin deciding to write a new one. 

By the time I was done it was already after eleven at night. I grabbed some fresh clothes and put them on. Once I knew my parents where asleep I climbed down the stairs and out the front door, I needed to get some fresh air.

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