Forbidden

"You can't break a girl who's already broken and you can't hurt a girl who's already dead inside."
Pain, it's all that exists in this horrid world. Judgmental monsters, people who scold you for being yourself. Just being yourself, you are told to stop being a wreck. You feel like you are slowly losing connection to your body, fading into darkness, away from the light. Further and further you fall, no one is there to catch you. The only way out is pain, pain is the key. The blade, it haunts you until you can't resist the urge to watch the thick red liquid drip from the cut. Suddenly it all becomes numb, no one cares to listen. No one pays attention, you keep falling further. Your echoes cannot be heard, no one is going to save you. You are stuck in the dark with no way out. It all comes down to that one person that is your last hope. Help. Help me please. Help me escape these demons.

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4. Chapter 3

        Chapter 3
    My head pounded as I sat up in my bed, blinking away last night's terrible sleep. After I returned back to the house, I decided on just taking it easy and that is what I did. Mother got home late again and she didn't even question why I was home early today. I'm sure the principal had called her, she must have been too tired to care about it. Or just the fact that she never cared what happened to me. 
    I stretched my arms and slid out of the bed dress. Going back to school was going to be great, right? I don't know, more people beating on me certainly isn't the best feeling in the world, that's easily said. 
    I slid out of my sweater and hung it on the back of my chair. My side was bruising, that's nice. I sigh and select a pair of jeans and a baggy sweater from my wardrobe. The usual outfits, that was completed by my old pair of converse. I guess that it's better than nothing. They are old, but they are still a shoe and it's not like I have money to go and buy things. I just continued getting dressed and adding a thin layer of eye liner to my eyes before making sure everything is in my bag and heading downstairs with my keys. Mom wasn't up yet, if she was, she would be down here reading the usual paper or reading. I shrug and carefully open the door and closing it behind me. Leaving early wasn't a bad thing. I like to try and read a little before classes start or get some work finished up.
    I shut the door to the car and started the engine, pulling out of the drive way and on to the road, heading off to that hell hole once more.
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    People poured through the hallways as I gathered my books from my locker, of course it was slammed shut by none other then Mollie Presner. Great, more bitchiness. 
    "Wow, I see you are still wearing the same old rags. Don't you at least have something decent and not ratty?" She scoffed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder as her entourage giggled in agreement.
    "Unlike some people, I'm not a rich little bitch." I mumbled under my breath. She looked at me with an eyebrow.
    "What did you just say?" She spat.
    "I said, unlike some people, I'm not rich, I can't afford designer wear like you can." She just snickers.
    "Yeah, probably because your mommy is stuck working at a fast food restaurant and you work as a waitress at a shitty restaurant. No wonder why. Ever since your daddy died, you have lost all you are worth. Who am I kidding? You were never worth anything. You are useless." I just pulled the books to my chest and continued down the hallways to history. Of course she wouldn't let me get away without some sort of pain.
    "Hey bitch! Where do you think you're going?" I hear her heels click against the floor as she follows me.
    "I'm going to class, because I actually attend unlike you." I was pushed against the wall behind me. 
    "Watch what you say slut, don't run your mouth like that or there will be consequences." She walked off. I sighed and returned to walking to my next class.
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    As I entered the cafeteria for my lunch break, Cala happened to be sitting at a table. Of course she waved me over, I tried to ignore her calls until she eventually approached me. People just looked at her like she was crazy.
    "Why don't you come and sit with me?" She frowns.
    I shrug, "Because they don't want me there." I nod at the three girls who were seated at her table. She shook her head.
    "Don't be silly, they are actually really nice. Why don't you come and talk with us? Nothing will happen, I promise." Reluctantly I nodded, she smiled before leading me over to the table. All three of them just froze and stared at me like I was some puppy that had just been kicked. 
    "Guys, this is Elony. Do you mind if she sits with us?" They all hesitate before slowly nodding. I sighed as I sat down beside Cala awkwardly. "So, have you girls studied for the test in History?" None of them spoke, just nodded in response. 
    "I think I'm gonna go." I try to stand up but Cala just takes a hold of my arms, making me wince at the pressure on my scars. She must have noticed this because she looked at me with a strange look before her eyes widen. 
    "I'll come with you." She stands up and leads me out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the restrooms. She looked around the restroom to see if no one else was in stalls before she locked the bathroom door and pulled me to the sink. "Lift your sleeves." she ordered. I shook my head and refused. She sighed before pulling them up herself, exposing the new and faded lines. She gasped. "El, your arms, they're covered..." She trials off,  beginning to trace then with her finger. I whimpered as she touched a new one. "Why do you do this to yourself?" I didn't answer, tears began to silently fall down. Shockingly, she pulled me into a hug. "You need to stop doing this okay? I'm here for you if you need anyone to talk with. Those idiots are wrong, you are beautiful Elony, don't let them tell you you're not." I nod before wrapping my own arms around her. I had someone who cared about me...

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