Dark and Broken

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Help

Submitted: August 17, 2019

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“This school is gross,” Says the mini-skirt wannabe model behind me. She shoulders me as she passes making me fall and my books spray across the floor. She smirks “Sorry,” she mockingly says to me. Her high ponytail swinging as she twists back around with a devil's grin on her face. “So are the people,” She says to her wannabe popular side chick just loud enough for me to hear. 

My floral dress again dirtied and rumpled making the grass stains from this morning - from when the jocks ‘didn’t see me’ - stand out more. I pick up my glasses from the scattered mess of my papers and books catching my own reflection in the puddle of water forming from my now dripping water bottle. I look away before I get too close of a look. 

This school does suck, I think to myself, why did my dad drag me along for this new job offer that was just a ‘fantastic opportunity’ that would supposedly make us rich? I hear his voice in the back of my mind: “Best schools...Best doctors...Better medication...New friends.”

I sigh and take that ‘better medication’ out of my bag, swallowing two pills. “Druggie,” I hear a passersby say under their breath. I take another pill for good measure and walk to class. 

Home is no better: subtract the jocks and queen bees; add an overprotective father and bullies that hide behind their screen; no longer having to put a face to their painful words. Instagram - home to the top bullies with new insecurities being born each day - their favorite site. 

I open my laptop hoping for my friends from home to cheer me up. No luck. Only more painful comments. I slam my laptop closed tears threatening - begging -  to come out. 

I take a deep breath and try again this time with a comment of my own. One of those clique ‘I want you to feel bad for me but don’t want to make it obvious’ pictures. 

With that, I close everything down, turn my lights, and cry silently into my pillow till I fall asleep…


For a moment I was getting better. For a moment I was feeling good. For a moment I wanted to live. For a moment I had hope again. And in a moment, I lost it all. Again.


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