Mistreated
Misery
Iris's POV:
"Will you go out with me?" Who knew six words could be so exciting? Sadly those six words were said to me over text. I didn't really care though, it was my first relationship and I was excited.
I've known Andrew since I was in middle school, but we never actually talked until last year. He's funny, sweet and silly all together. I met him in a class called 'Study Skills', which means he probably has ADHD or something. When I asked him why he was in that class, all he said was 'because I'm stupid.' It doesn’t really bother me though. What annoys me the most about him is that he's just as insecure about his body as a girl is. He has acne on his back, so what? Yeah it's gross, but I don't judge easily. He's also not the kind of guy with abs, so what? Yet he thinks he's fat. I'm always telling him that he's perfect just the way he is.
Why would I judge him when I have flaws myself? I'm Hard of Hearing and I wear hearing aids. No, I'm not deaf, I can still hear. I just don't hear as well as an average person can. When I take my hearing aids out, all I hear is mumbling, but if I read people's lips, I can usually understand them fine. I guess being Hard of Hearing isn’t exactly a flaw, but eventually people made me feel like it was.
Little did I know, those six words didn’t mean anything to Andrew. I found out after a month of dating him that there was another girl in the picture. All this time, I thought he actually cared for me. It was all lies. The girl he was cheating on me with is Riley. She told the whole school that I was lying about dating him and that this whole time he was just messing with my head. Instead of people feeling sorry for me, I was laughed at and called desperate and manipulative.
When I ran to my friends crying, they just laughed and told me my problems were so small. They were never that great of friends and eventually, I just stopped hanging out with them. Because of this, they started joining in with the bullies picking on me, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. In fact, that was only the beginning.
Yesterday: August 29th
I was in the school hallway with my camera, taking pictures of random objects around the school. What a fucking stupid project. ‘Take pictures of objects around the school in macro’. Photography class is stupid.
“Hey Iris,” a scratchy voice spoke from behind me.
I turned to face the dirty looking boy, “Hey Scott.”
Scott and I have been friends since freshman year, he’s the only person who hasn’t left me yet. The only off thing about Scott is that he’s engaged and has a baby at home. He got his girlfriend pregnant last year and their solution was just to get married, and I have yet to receive an invitation to their wedding. I met his girlfriend, her name is Miracle. Such a beautiful name, right? And their baby, Allie, cute as a button. And yeah, Scott looks dirty like he hasn’t showered, but I guess being a teenage father does that to you. The fact is, these people are the only ones who actually seem to give a damn about me.
“This project is bogus,” he scratched his neck.
“Right? I really hate this class.”
He chuckled, “Then why are you taking it?”
“Well, I didn’t know we were going to have to use Photoshop. That shit is hard,” I scoffed.
“I know what you mean.” He pointed to my camera, “Hey, do you mind if I borrow that to take some pics?”
I raised my brows, “Forgot yours?” He nodded. “Sure.” I held the camera for him to grab but what happened next sent chills down my spine. When he grabbed it, he ran his other fingers up and down my arm. What is he doing? You know what, maybe he’s just being nice, or maybe my skin is just really soft. He took a step towards me and reached his arm around me, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek. Okay, he’s not being nice.
My breath started shaking, “Scott.”
“I’ve wanted you so bad,” he growled. He inched closer and closer, as I stepped backwards until I was pressed into a wall. I was cornered between his arms. Images of his fiancé and child played through my head as he leaned in to kiss me. I panicked, ducking out of his trap and running down the hall. I need to find help and fast.
Before I could get very far, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. “Where are you going, Baby?” Anger washed over me: how could he do this to Miracle? I yanked my wrist away from him and with the same hand, slapped him across the face. “Feisty,” he chuckled as he rubbed his red cheek. “Just the way I like them.”
I started making a break for it again, hearing my camera being thrown to the floor behind me. Two arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the ground. I kicked and screamed, but one of his hands covered my mouth before I could make enough noise. He opened the janitor’s closet, tossing me onto the ground without a care in the world, and closed the door behind him.
“You’ve been a naughty girl. It’s time for your punishment,” he smirked, grabbing duct tape from one of the shelves. He aggressively rips a piece off with his mouth and places it over my frown. At this point, tears were pouring down my face and my screams were being drowned out by the tape. He forcefully flipped my body over, pulling my butt in the air for easy access. I tried kicking him as he ran his fingers up my skirt, but it was no use after he pinned my legs to the ground with his knees. He didn’t even bother sliding the panties off of me, ripping them to shreds. My arms were stone like they didn’t want to move. Maybe I deserve this.
Scott raped me, then and there, not even being the slightest bit gentle. I struggled to even breathe with only one sense left to take breaths with. I’m scared and alone, with no one coming for me. It’s not like anyone cares anyways. Everything I had left in this world is now fucking me over, literally. It’s like life hates me. Is that why I’m alive? To be alone? To be an example of what not to be? Well, life is bullshit.
When Scott was finished with me, he only chuckled his creepy chuckle and left me lying in the closet. I ripped the duct tape off and released the screams that have been trapped in my throat. I didn’t move, hoping it was possible to drown in my own tears. But like always, life won’t let me die.
Mrs. Clark heard my screams and found me laying in the closet. She helped me off the floor and walked me to the nurse’s office. Why would I need to be here? I was just raped, I didn’t scrape my knee. This isn’t just something you can put a bandage on and hope it heals soon. This may never be healed.
Present Day: August 30th
“Where’s your parents Miss Mercer?” my principal’s face was filled with both sympathy and concern. I only shrugged but I knew exactly where they were; they’re at home. They don’t give a fuck about me, neither do my two older sisters. I practically don’t exist in this world. I would tell my principal this, but I’m only seventeen, so I could be taken into foster care. Yup, I’m a young one in my senior class, but I turn eighteen in three months. Not that it matters.
“I’ll stand in for them,” Mrs. Clark informed him.
He sighed, “I suppose that’s okay, but I’ll call them later.” I stared at the floorboards, hoping that if I focus on them hard enough, I would be able to drown out what he’s about to say. He’s going to tell me he can’t help me, that there’s nothing he can do. It’s how it always is for me.
“Miss Mercer,” he tapped a pen against his desk. So much for not listening to him. “I’m afraid we have bad news.” What a surprise. “There’s not enough evidence to prove what you claim Scott Warner has done.”
Mrs. Clark jumped up from her seat, “Are you kidding me? This isn’t an episode of CSI! We’re talking about rape, on this campus.”
He shook his head, “The cameras didn’t catch it and there were no witnesses. For all we know, she could be lying.”
“Did you just accuse her of using a crime as a way of seeking attention?” she growled.
“Mrs. Clark-“
“No! I found her on the ground, sobbing and half naked! She was lucky my class was only across the hall!” Yeah, lucky. “You can’t even take one of your employee’s words for it?”
He shrugged, “All we can do is put this on his permanent record and if it happens again, we’ll expel him.”
“Again? Are you insane?”
“It’s okay,” I said in a whisper, standing up from my seat as I did so. The last thing I need is for Mrs. Clark to get fired. She seems to now be the one person that cares. My voice cracked, “Thanks.”
As I walked out the door, I could hear Mrs. Clark calling my name. That was before she went back to scolding my principal which is still going to be no use. Walking hurt badly from all the pain. I’m surprised I even got myself out of bed this morning. I took pain medication, hoping to ease my injuries a bit. I was tempted to just down the whole bottle of pills and put myself out of my misery. Why didn’t I? That’s a question I’m still asking myself.
I headed to my locker in the crowded hallway, trying to fight back tears. If I’m going to be in this world at all, I might as well do something good for myself and graduate from this hellhole. Can’t wait for that day. I pulled out my backpack and a few of my books that I’ll be needing before closing my locker. Okay, so I have English, Study Skills, Teacher’s Assistant, and Math today. Easy, I can get through this.
While I headed for first period, someone’s shoulder bumped into mine, knocking my books out of my arms. “Watch where you’re going you Reckless Bitch,” Riley chuckled, but she wasn’t who bumped into me.
“Would you like some help, Sweet Cheeks?” Scott shot me an evil grin. I began to shake as I reached down for my books.
“Deaf Freak,” a girl said from the now forming crowd. People seem to think that being Hard of Hearing and Deaf are the same, and it only frustrates me. I can still hear and right now I don’t want to hear you, so shut up!
“She’s such an attention whore,” another person said. I seemed to have forgotten Scott was popular. In fact, he never even was popular. I guess they all just share common interests: their hatred for me. Tears spilled out of my eyes, as I scanned the crowded hallway. It seemed like everyone in the school was staring at me, laughing and cracking jokes about what a liar I am. If only they knew, if only they stepped a moment in my shoes.
That’s it, I can’t get through this day. I shoved a path for me as I ran out of the hallway, out of the school, and I just kept running. I ran a good couple of miles, winding up in a fucking forest of trees, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even give the slightest fuck that my lower half was in so much pain. I just wanted to get away, to disappear. I came to a halt when I found train tracks. Perfect. I set my things down beside the track and took a deep breath. I’m doing this, I’m going to die today, tonight, sometime, right here on these tracks. I laid myself down and stared straight up at the clouds in the sky; it looked like it was about to rain.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a British accent sounded out of nowhere, making me jump.
I squeezed my eyes shut, “Just laying here.”
“And what happens when a train comes?” he chuckled. Why does he think this is funny?
“I die.” I opened my eyes to find a curly haired boy balancing on the rail by me. His smile was highlighted by two big dimples on each corner of his mouth. His green eyes were focused on the rail to keep him in balance. He wore an England flag tank top, showing off his nicely toned muscles, and black skinny jeans to outline his legs.
He chuckled again, “Sorry Darling, no trains come around here. I’ve tried the same.” What? How can someone as smiley and as beautiful as him want to die?
I groaned in frustration, sitting up to bury my head in my knees. Foster care doesn’t sound so bad now.
“Why would a pretty girl like you want to kill herself?”
I sigh, “Even pretty girls are mistreated.” Alone, pushed around, hated. No one cares about me, not even my own family. No one notices when I'm sad, no one notices when I'm gone. The only thing that keeps me alive is the fact that the train won't hit me because even the train won't come for me.
“Well, this is my spot, so leave,” the boy suddenly got rude. It’s like something in him snapped. What did I do? Was it what I said? Did I happen to sound conceded or something? Because I get told that a lot; I’m conceded. I know I basically said I’m pretty, but I’m obviously not. If I was pretty, I’d be hanging out with people like Riley, but I wouldn’t treat others the way she treats me. I would just have a lot of friends, many people wrapped around my finger, and maybe Andrew would even like me.
“Go away!” the boy yelled.
I sighed and picked up my stuff, obeying his words. Before I could walk very far, I turned my head back to take one more glance at the boy. He laid himself on the tracks in the same position I was in before. His fists covered his eyes as he grinded his teeth. I wonder what his story is.
Harry’s POV:
Mistreated. She doesn’t even know what she’s talking about. You want to know who’s mistreated? Me! My mum! Not that bitch! Lift up my shirt and there’s nothing but scars and wounds. ‘Home’ isn’t a scary word for her. If that girl knew what I go through, ‘mistreated’ would’ve been the last word she’d use. So yeah, I tried to kill myself on these very tracks. I come here every day and lay on these tracks, hoping there’s a chance a train will actually come through and kill me instantly.
Instead, I have to go home to a drunken areshole. He’s definitely going to be pissed that I ditched school, but look at me, giving a shit. He can kick me, punch me, and push me all he wants; I just don’t want him laying a single finger on my mother. Yet my mum still calls that sad excuse of a bloke my father. I hate that word. I don’t have a father, I refuse to acknowledge him as one. A father would never treat his child the way mine treats me. Most of all, I hate when my mum tells me she still loves him.
How does one love someone who hurts you over and over again? How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? Those are things I may never understand. I'm done, I give up. What do I even exist in this fucking world for?
Just kill me now…end my misery.
"Will you go out with me?" Who knew six words could be so exciting? Sadly those six words were said to me over text. I didn't really care though, it was my first relationship and I was excited.
I've known Andrew since I was in middle school, but we never actually talked until last year. He's funny, sweet and silly all together. I met him in a class called 'Study Skills', which means he probably has ADHD or something. When I asked him why he was in that class, all he said was 'because I'm stupid.' It doesn’t really bother me though. What annoys me the most about him is that he's just as insecure about his body as a girl is. He has acne on his back, so what? Yeah it's gross, but I don't judge easily. He's also not the kind of guy with abs, so what? Yet he thinks he's fat. I'm always telling him that he's perfect just the way he is.
Why would I judge him when I have flaws myself? I'm Hard of Hearing and I wear hearing aids. No, I'm not deaf, I can still hear. I just don't hear as well as an average person can. When I take my hearing aids out, all I hear is mumbling, but if I read people's lips, I can usually understand them fine. I guess being Hard of Hearing isn’t exactly a flaw, but eventually people made me feel like it was.
Little did I know, those six words didn’t mean anything to Andrew. I found out after a month of dating him that there was another girl in the picture. All this time, I thought he actually cared for me. It was all lies. The girl he was cheating on me with is Riley. She told the whole school that I was lying about dating him and that this whole time he was just messing with my head. Instead of people feeling sorry for me, I was laughed at and called desperate and manipulative.
When I ran to my friends crying, they just laughed and told me my problems were so small. They were never that great of friends and eventually, I just stopped hanging out with them. Because of this, they started joining in with the bullies picking on me, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. In fact, that was only the beginning.
Yesterday: August 29th
I was in the school hallway with my camera, taking pictures of random objects around the school. What a fucking stupid project. ‘Take pictures of objects around the school in macro’. Photography class is stupid.
“Hey Iris,” a scratchy voice spoke from behind me.
I turned to face the dirty looking boy, “Hey Scott.”
Scott and I have been friends since freshman year, he’s the only person who hasn’t left me yet. The only off thing about Scott is that he’s engaged and has a baby at home. He got his girlfriend pregnant last year and their solution was just to get married, and I have yet to receive an invitation to their wedding. I met his girlfriend, her name is Miracle. Such a beautiful name, right? And their baby, Allie, cute as a button. And yeah, Scott looks dirty like he hasn’t showered, but I guess being a teenage father does that to you. The fact is, these people are the only ones who actually seem to give a damn about me.
“This project is bogus,” he scratched his neck.
“Right? I really hate this class.”
He chuckled, “Then why are you taking it?”
“Well, I didn’t know we were going to have to use Photoshop. That shit is hard,” I scoffed.
“I know what you mean.” He pointed to my camera, “Hey, do you mind if I borrow that to take some pics?”
I raised my brows, “Forgot yours?” He nodded. “Sure.” I held the camera for him to grab but what happened next sent chills down my spine. When he grabbed it, he ran his other fingers up and down my arm. What is he doing? You know what, maybe he’s just being nice, or maybe my skin is just really soft. He took a step towards me and reached his arm around me, grabbing a handful of my butt cheek. Okay, he’s not being nice.
My breath started shaking, “Scott.”
“I’ve wanted you so bad,” he growled. He inched closer and closer, as I stepped backwards until I was pressed into a wall. I was cornered between his arms. Images of his fiancé and child played through my head as he leaned in to kiss me. I panicked, ducking out of his trap and running down the hall. I need to find help and fast.
Before I could get very far, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. “Where are you going, Baby?” Anger washed over me: how could he do this to Miracle? I yanked my wrist away from him and with the same hand, slapped him across the face. “Feisty,” he chuckled as he rubbed his red cheek. “Just the way I like them.”
I started making a break for it again, hearing my camera being thrown to the floor behind me. Two arms wrapped around me, lifting me from the ground. I kicked and screamed, but one of his hands covered my mouth before I could make enough noise. He opened the janitor’s closet, tossing me onto the ground without a care in the world, and closed the door behind him.
“You’ve been a naughty girl. It’s time for your punishment,” he smirked, grabbing duct tape from one of the shelves. He aggressively rips a piece off with his mouth and places it over my frown. At this point, tears were pouring down my face and my screams were being drowned out by the tape. He forcefully flipped my body over, pulling my butt in the air for easy access. I tried kicking him as he ran his fingers up my skirt, but it was no use after he pinned my legs to the ground with his knees. He didn’t even bother sliding the panties off of me, ripping them to shreds. My arms were stone like they didn’t want to move. Maybe I deserve this.
Scott raped me, then and there, not even being the slightest bit gentle. I struggled to even breathe with only one sense left to take breaths with. I’m scared and alone, with no one coming for me. It’s not like anyone cares anyways. Everything I had left in this world is now fucking me over, literally. It’s like life hates me. Is that why I’m alive? To be alone? To be an example of what not to be? Well, life is bullshit.
When Scott was finished with me, he only chuckled his creepy chuckle and left me lying in the closet. I ripped the duct tape off and released the screams that have been trapped in my throat. I didn’t move, hoping it was possible to drown in my own tears. But like always, life won’t let me die.
Mrs. Clark heard my screams and found me laying in the closet. She helped me off the floor and walked me to the nurse’s office. Why would I need to be here? I was just raped, I didn’t scrape my knee. This isn’t just something you can put a bandage on and hope it heals soon. This may never be healed.
Present Day: August 30th
“Where’s your parents Miss Mercer?” my principal’s face was filled with both sympathy and concern. I only shrugged but I knew exactly where they were; they’re at home. They don’t give a fuck about me, neither do my two older sisters. I practically don’t exist in this world. I would tell my principal this, but I’m only seventeen, so I could be taken into foster care. Yup, I’m a young one in my senior class, but I turn eighteen in three months. Not that it matters.
“I’ll stand in for them,” Mrs. Clark informed him.
He sighed, “I suppose that’s okay, but I’ll call them later.” I stared at the floorboards, hoping that if I focus on them hard enough, I would be able to drown out what he’s about to say. He’s going to tell me he can’t help me, that there’s nothing he can do. It’s how it always is for me.
“Miss Mercer,” he tapped a pen against his desk. So much for not listening to him. “I’m afraid we have bad news.” What a surprise. “There’s not enough evidence to prove what you claim Scott Warner has done.”
Mrs. Clark jumped up from her seat, “Are you kidding me? This isn’t an episode of CSI! We’re talking about rape, on this campus.”
He shook his head, “The cameras didn’t catch it and there were no witnesses. For all we know, she could be lying.”
“Did you just accuse her of using a crime as a way of seeking attention?” she growled.
“Mrs. Clark-“
“No! I found her on the ground, sobbing and half naked! She was lucky my class was only across the hall!” Yeah, lucky. “You can’t even take one of your employee’s words for it?”
He shrugged, “All we can do is put this on his permanent record and if it happens again, we’ll expel him.”
“Again? Are you insane?”
“It’s okay,” I said in a whisper, standing up from my seat as I did so. The last thing I need is for Mrs. Clark to get fired. She seems to now be the one person that cares. My voice cracked, “Thanks.”
As I walked out the door, I could hear Mrs. Clark calling my name. That was before she went back to scolding my principal which is still going to be no use. Walking hurt badly from all the pain. I’m surprised I even got myself out of bed this morning. I took pain medication, hoping to ease my injuries a bit. I was tempted to just down the whole bottle of pills and put myself out of my misery. Why didn’t I? That’s a question I’m still asking myself.
I headed to my locker in the crowded hallway, trying to fight back tears. If I’m going to be in this world at all, I might as well do something good for myself and graduate from this hellhole. Can’t wait for that day. I pulled out my backpack and a few of my books that I’ll be needing before closing my locker. Okay, so I have English, Study Skills, Teacher’s Assistant, and Math today. Easy, I can get through this.
While I headed for first period, someone’s shoulder bumped into mine, knocking my books out of my arms. “Watch where you’re going you Reckless Bitch,” Riley chuckled, but she wasn’t who bumped into me.
“Would you like some help, Sweet Cheeks?” Scott shot me an evil grin. I began to shake as I reached down for my books.
“Deaf Freak,” a girl said from the now forming crowd. People seem to think that being Hard of Hearing and Deaf are the same, and it only frustrates me. I can still hear and right now I don’t want to hear you, so shut up!
“She’s such an attention whore,” another person said. I seemed to have forgotten Scott was popular. In fact, he never even was popular. I guess they all just share common interests: their hatred for me. Tears spilled out of my eyes, as I scanned the crowded hallway. It seemed like everyone in the school was staring at me, laughing and cracking jokes about what a liar I am. If only they knew, if only they stepped a moment in my shoes.
That’s it, I can’t get through this day. I shoved a path for me as I ran out of the hallway, out of the school, and I just kept running. I ran a good couple of miles, winding up in a fucking forest of trees, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even give the slightest fuck that my lower half was in so much pain. I just wanted to get away, to disappear. I came to a halt when I found train tracks. Perfect. I set my things down beside the track and took a deep breath. I’m doing this, I’m going to die today, tonight, sometime, right here on these tracks. I laid myself down and stared straight up at the clouds in the sky; it looked like it was about to rain.
“What do you think you’re doing?” a British accent sounded out of nowhere, making me jump.
I squeezed my eyes shut, “Just laying here.”
“And what happens when a train comes?” he chuckled. Why does he think this is funny?
“I die.” I opened my eyes to find a curly haired boy balancing on the rail by me. His smile was highlighted by two big dimples on each corner of his mouth. His green eyes were focused on the rail to keep him in balance. He wore an England flag tank top, showing off his nicely toned muscles, and black skinny jeans to outline his legs.
He chuckled again, “Sorry Darling, no trains come around here. I’ve tried the same.” What? How can someone as smiley and as beautiful as him want to die?
I groaned in frustration, sitting up to bury my head in my knees. Foster care doesn’t sound so bad now.
“Why would a pretty girl like you want to kill herself?”
I sigh, “Even pretty girls are mistreated.” Alone, pushed around, hated. No one cares about me, not even my own family. No one notices when I'm sad, no one notices when I'm gone. The only thing that keeps me alive is the fact that the train won't hit me because even the train won't come for me.
“Well, this is my spot, so leave,” the boy suddenly got rude. It’s like something in him snapped. What did I do? Was it what I said? Did I happen to sound conceded or something? Because I get told that a lot; I’m conceded. I know I basically said I’m pretty, but I’m obviously not. If I was pretty, I’d be hanging out with people like Riley, but I wouldn’t treat others the way she treats me. I would just have a lot of friends, many people wrapped around my finger, and maybe Andrew would even like me.
“Go away!” the boy yelled.
I sighed and picked up my stuff, obeying his words. Before I could walk very far, I turned my head back to take one more glance at the boy. He laid himself on the tracks in the same position I was in before. His fists covered his eyes as he grinded his teeth. I wonder what his story is.
Harry’s POV:
Mistreated. She doesn’t even know what she’s talking about. You want to know who’s mistreated? Me! My mum! Not that bitch! Lift up my shirt and there’s nothing but scars and wounds. ‘Home’ isn’t a scary word for her. If that girl knew what I go through, ‘mistreated’ would’ve been the last word she’d use. So yeah, I tried to kill myself on these very tracks. I come here every day and lay on these tracks, hoping there’s a chance a train will actually come through and kill me instantly.
Instead, I have to go home to a drunken areshole. He’s definitely going to be pissed that I ditched school, but look at me, giving a shit. He can kick me, punch me, and push me all he wants; I just don’t want him laying a single finger on my mother. Yet my mum still calls that sad excuse of a bloke my father. I hate that word. I don’t have a father, I refuse to acknowledge him as one. A father would never treat his child the way mine treats me. Most of all, I hate when my mum tells me she still loves him.
How does one love someone who hurts you over and over again? How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved? Those are things I may never understand. I'm done, I give up. What do I even exist in this fucking world for?
Just kill me now…end my misery.
Notes
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11/18/17