All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Alone
“What is she wearing?” I hear them whisper as I trudge by. My breath speeds up. I hug my book tighter to my shaking body. They hate me. They all hate me. They think I’m pathetic. I know it’s true. That man shows me every night just how worthless I am. My trembling hands immediately fly to the purple bruises hiding beneath my long sweater. No. Don’t think of that. Not now.
I struggle to force my mind to less terrifying thoughts. But it’s too late. The haunting experience from the previous night floods into my memory.
The front door slammed shut. I heard his slurred cursing as he neared my room. Dread filled my body as I struggled to control my shallow breath. I cuddled in a ball on my bed, rocking back and forth. Tears flooded out.
“Please,” I prayed, “please not again.” But it was useless. The door flew open. An uncontrollable sob escaped my quivering lips. I hugged my pillow and closed my eyes.
“Why is she crying?” they laugh, awakening me to reality. I quickly wipe my eyes, ashamed. Why can’t I ever do anything right? I dash out of the school. Cool air licks my wet face. I glance around, contemplating my next move.
I am trapped. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to escape. No one wants me. No one has ever wanted me. No one cares. I collapse onto the cold, barren ground. Alone.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 9 comments.
3 articles 0 photos 7 comments
Favorite Quote:
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain!