Rose
I was the target of the same bullies since kindergarten. My life was a living hell. Angela, Anthony, and Aiden where my bullies. I was the only target for some reason. They would come every day to kick my ass for no reason.
They would beat me up until I blacked out.
And if I was "lucky" {note my sarcasm}, they would tie me to a tree or pole and beat me until my nose was bleeding and I blacked out. And they would stab me in the arm or leg.
My life was hell. I would always have to go to the pharmacy to get more boxes of bandages. If I wasn't covered in bruises or cuts, I was covered in scars. I hated my life. I was just the girl who nobody knows and gets bullied. I had no friends nor parents to help me.
My dad died in a car accident.
And I had no friends. I only had my bullies. I for some reason live with them. But today I tried to push the things from the past aside and go on with life.
When I got to school, there they were, waiting to see me.
"Hey Rose, how you doin" Angela said.
"Fine" I replied.
"Ok, but your outfit looks like you got it from a dumpster" she said.
"Leave me alone" I said.
"Ok, so the attitude is coming out. What would you like to do about yourself you a-hole" she said as they all three of them laughed.
"Get the hell away from me" I said, not meaning to.
"If you ever say that to me again, you will be going to hell from your grave" she said as she pushed me against a locker.
They all walked away and Aiden glared at me. He knew my secret. He gave me a look that said, "if you say anything to ME like that, everyone will know".
He knew about my condition. I had cancer. Nobody knew or even liked me. They just thought I was the girl who nobody thinks about, even though I was bullied every day. Anyway, back to cancer. I knew what it was like. My mother died from cancer when I was five years old. I was diagnosed when I was fourteen. I've now had it for a year.
I knew that I would either get treatment and live, or get really sick and die. I was very scared. I was also slightly glad that Aiden didnt tell the rest of his group. That afternoon I was walking home when, you guessed it, Aiden, Anthony, and Angela came over to me.
"Where do you think you're going" said Angela with her usual evil smile.
"Home" I said.
"You're not going anywhere" said Anthony.
I was sweating by then. And as I guessed they started beating me up. This time though, all three of them had pocket knives with them. They tied me to a stop sign and started cutting and stabbing me.
I was in devastation and pain. I felt like I was being burned. It was so intense that I started screaming. I felt like my life was literally over. When they finally stopped, they just walked away laughing. I was crying and screaming at the same time.
I was stuck on the sign for five hours. I waited for someone to come, but nobody came.
