Behind Lying Eyes

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Behind Lying Eyes
Tweet Topic Started: Dec 4 2011, 09:22 AM (84 Views)
Nico Yazawa	Dec 4 2011, 09:22 AM Post #1
Lava Reef Act 2 Posts: 3,958 Group: D Rank Legend Member #12,454 Joined: October 10, 2011 Gender: Undisclosed Game Currently Playing: tales of symphonia	Chapter 1 My father always said, ''Be yourself. People will like you better that way.'' He's a dirty liar. I tried, tried my hardest to be myself. And still nobody was pleased. I went to school, afraid to go. People pushed me around and I had gotten food thrown at me. I've gotten called the worst names you could think of. Magically, I'm still here. I sat in the bathroom, crouched against the wall. I looked down at the ground, a strand of my hair covering my eye. I peered down at my hand, it was balled up into a fist. I was so angry. All the mean words people called me echoed in my head. I sighed a deep, upsetting sigh and decided to get up off the floor. I let my fist open and then walked out of the bathroom. I looked up to see my little baby sister looking up at me. ''Ahmawnda,'' she cried. I smiled faintly and picked her up. ''Hey, Mya. What is it?'' She pointed to the couch, where my Dad was passed out. I groaned, this happened so much. It was kind of a part of my daily routine now, even.. And then I saw Mya point to my Mom's room. I saw my Mom just looking at the TV. It was blank, nothing was on. She looked lifeless. I sighed and walked into my room and plopped onto the bed. I sat Mya down and she lay on the bed, her body so small compared to mine. I bit my lip as thoughts of school popped into my head.. I had to go tomorrow, I had no choice. I'd have to endure the bullying, the shoving, the food being thrown at my face, the being called such awful names again...every day until the weekend. And no one cared. No one did anything to stop it. Pretty much almost everyone was bullying me. Except my one friend, Peneople. She was popular. She was my friend, but she didn't do anything to stop the bullying... she was kind of like a bystander. She didn't even ever give me compliments or anything, or try to support me or make me feel better. It made me frustrated when I was at the worst of feelings and she didn't even try to make me feel better. Peneople was kinda popular, she had tons of friends and they all followed her around like little puppies... But, anyways, I don't even know how me and her became friends... I froze as I heard my Dad get up. He mumbled something unintelligible and walked up to me, squeezing my arm tightly. I winced. ''Why didn't you wake me up?'' He asks. What did he care? He would get mad either way, even if I did wake him up.I didn't answer his question, I just stayed there. He squeezed my arm even more tightly. ''Answer me!'' He yells. I still didn't answer. He got frustrated and pushed me to the floor. He slapped me hard. ''I said answer me, god dammit!'' He yells loudly. Mya couldn't take it, she ran into my Mom's room where it was safe. When my dad slapped me, tears came out of my eyes. I sucked them up though, so my Dad wouldn't see them. Though somehow he could still told that I had cried a little. He put his feet on my stomach, applying hard pressure. ''How do you like it? You're not strong at all! You're my weak little girl!'' I sniffled, and then punched my Dad away. I ran away while I still could, and ran out of the house. I was safe from my Dad... for now.
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