Mistreated
Bruises
Saturday August 31st
Iris’s POV:
“Raped? How dare you play such a cruel joke on your school!” my mother scolded me. “That is the stupidest thing you could’ve ever done! They could’ve gotten the police involved!”
I just sat quietly on my window seat in my room, staring at the pattering rain on the other side of the window. I just want to be out there right now where it’s nothing but peace and quiet. That’s what I need, silence.
She doesn’t even know that my bottom half is numb from all the pain Scott caused me. She doesn’t even know how hard it is for me to walk. She doesn’t even know that not only am I physically scarred, but I’m mentally scarred. My own mother is blind.
“You are grounded for being so selfish! You’re not allowed to leave the house unless you’re going to school! In fact, you can’t even leave this room unless I say so!”
If my mom really cared, she would’ve noticed me pass her on the stairs. But you know, she was too busy talking on the phone. Most kids would be glad their parents don’t keep track of them, but it’s something I’ve always wanted. I want real parents, not these people. Parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, but mine just put a roof over my head and throw me into that hellhole they call school.
My sisters were eating lunch with their so-called friends. Do friends even exist in this world? Because it sure doesn’t seem like it. Give it some time, and I’m sure they’ll all backstab one another.
When I got outside, I was glad I chose to wear a hoodie; it does wonders in shielding my hearing aids from the rain. I didn’t even care that I was barefoot and wearing a dress, I just needed to get out of there. I walked around the town for what seemed like hours, I’m sure I’ll be getting sick from the rain. I mostly walked through housing, wondering what kind of families lived in each house. Are they happy? Do they know when their children are depressed? Do the kids love their parents? Do the siblings get along and share secrets? Basically, I was making myself more miserable, thinking of the life I’ll never have.
It came to a point that my knees were too weak to carry me. I gripped the choppy wet ground that was beneath me and just let my sobs come out. I cry almost every day. I’m not happy and I don’t even wish happiness on myself. Maybe I deserved all of this cruelness. Maybe I did something wrong.
“Get out of my house!” I looked up to see a man pushing a soaking wet boy in his driveway. “How dare you come home after ditching school yesterday!” The man’s fist suddenly made contact with the boy’s face. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I guess I’m not the only one in the world with major problems. The interesting thing was that this boy seemed strikingly familiar.
Harry’s POV:
“That’s why I stayed at my girlfriend’s house last night!” I screamed at my father and held my throbbing nose.
He scowled at me, “Listen to me, Boy. If you don’t want this to happen again, go to school and come straight home. Then, I won’t hit you again.”
“You say that every time,” I shook my head, walking away.
“That’s right! You better walk away!” Fucking son of a Bitch. I hate that guy.
I stopped walking when I found a girl drenched and knelt in the street, she was looking straight at me with nothing but shock written all over her face. Something tells me she just witnessed that.
“What are you looking at?” I snapped at her.
She stood up and wiped her dirty scraped knees. Did she fall? “I’m sorry,” her eyes were spilling tears. Great, I made her cry. “I wish it was only me.”
I furrowed my brows, “What are you talking about?”
“I know what you’re going through,” she whispered. Wait, this is the girl from the train tracks. The ‘mistreated’ Bitch.
Anger flooded my emotions and boiled my blood as I clenched my fists and stepped closer to her, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t even know me!”
She half smiled, “I’m Iris,” and turned to walk away. What the fuck? She wasn’t even scared of me or running. She just walked away?
“Well if you’re headed to the train tracks, you can’t go there!”
She faced me with a sad look, “I have nowhere else to go, so I’ll take my chances.”
“I don’t share,” I growled.
“I’m used to it,” she started walking away again. This chick must be really screwed up if she’s even willing to put up with me. My own girlfriend doesn’t even put up with this shit.
The whole walk there, I stayed five feet behind her. She had to be freezing walking out here barefoot, not to mention she’s wearing a dress that stopped just above her knees. I kept thinking about how girls normally complain about this shit, ‘I’m so cold’, but not this girl. She was making her own body miserable and she didn’t even give a shit about it. I noticed she had one rather large brown bruise on the back of each of her legs. How do you bruise there? Were those there yesterday? She also seemed to be walking kind of limp. What happened to her? Maybe I misjudged her. Maybe deep down, she’s just as fucked up as I am. I mean, she was trying to kill herself yesterday.
When we reached the train tracks, we just sat on them quietly, watching the wind blow the rain and the trees. I have to admit it was kind of nice to have a person to sit by while I think my miserable thoughts. She didn’t even cry anymore, she just stared into the distance. It’s like she was craving silence just as much as I was. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad for me: sharing my hideout with a person who’s in just as much pain as I’m in.
“I’m Harry,” I said, still staring into the distance. “Iris is a pretty name.”
I could feel her glance at me, “Thanks.”
And we just sat there in more silence.
Iris’s POV:
“Raped? How dare you play such a cruel joke on your school!” my mother scolded me. “That is the stupidest thing you could’ve ever done! They could’ve gotten the police involved!”
I just sat quietly on my window seat in my room, staring at the pattering rain on the other side of the window. I just want to be out there right now where it’s nothing but peace and quiet. That’s what I need, silence.
She doesn’t even know that my bottom half is numb from all the pain Scott caused me. She doesn’t even know how hard it is for me to walk. She doesn’t even know that not only am I physically scarred, but I’m mentally scarred. My own mother is blind.
“You are grounded for being so selfish! You’re not allowed to leave the house unless you’re going to school! In fact, you can’t even leave this room unless I say so!”
If my mom really cared, she would’ve noticed me pass her on the stairs. But you know, she was too busy talking on the phone. Most kids would be glad their parents don’t keep track of them, but it’s something I’ve always wanted. I want real parents, not these people. Parents are supposed to love you unconditionally, but mine just put a roof over my head and throw me into that hellhole they call school.
My sisters were eating lunch with their so-called friends. Do friends even exist in this world? Because it sure doesn’t seem like it. Give it some time, and I’m sure they’ll all backstab one another.
When I got outside, I was glad I chose to wear a hoodie; it does wonders in shielding my hearing aids from the rain. I didn’t even care that I was barefoot and wearing a dress, I just needed to get out of there. I walked around the town for what seemed like hours, I’m sure I’ll be getting sick from the rain. I mostly walked through housing, wondering what kind of families lived in each house. Are they happy? Do they know when their children are depressed? Do the kids love their parents? Do the siblings get along and share secrets? Basically, I was making myself more miserable, thinking of the life I’ll never have.
It came to a point that my knees were too weak to carry me. I gripped the choppy wet ground that was beneath me and just let my sobs come out. I cry almost every day. I’m not happy and I don’t even wish happiness on myself. Maybe I deserved all of this cruelness. Maybe I did something wrong.
“Get out of my house!” I looked up to see a man pushing a soaking wet boy in his driveway. “How dare you come home after ditching school yesterday!” The man’s fist suddenly made contact with the boy’s face. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I guess I’m not the only one in the world with major problems. The interesting thing was that this boy seemed strikingly familiar.
Harry’s POV:
“That’s why I stayed at my girlfriend’s house last night!” I screamed at my father and held my throbbing nose.
He scowled at me, “Listen to me, Boy. If you don’t want this to happen again, go to school and come straight home. Then, I won’t hit you again.”
“You say that every time,” I shook my head, walking away.
“That’s right! You better walk away!” Fucking son of a Bitch. I hate that guy.
I stopped walking when I found a girl drenched and knelt in the street, she was looking straight at me with nothing but shock written all over her face. Something tells me she just witnessed that.
“What are you looking at?” I snapped at her.
She stood up and wiped her dirty scraped knees. Did she fall? “I’m sorry,” her eyes were spilling tears. Great, I made her cry. “I wish it was only me.”
I furrowed my brows, “What are you talking about?”
“I know what you’re going through,” she whispered. Wait, this is the girl from the train tracks. The ‘mistreated’ Bitch.
Anger flooded my emotions and boiled my blood as I clenched my fists and stepped closer to her, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! You don’t even know me!”
She half smiled, “I’m Iris,” and turned to walk away. What the fuck? She wasn’t even scared of me or running. She just walked away?
“Well if you’re headed to the train tracks, you can’t go there!”
She faced me with a sad look, “I have nowhere else to go, so I’ll take my chances.”
“I don’t share,” I growled.
“I’m used to it,” she started walking away again. This chick must be really screwed up if she’s even willing to put up with me. My own girlfriend doesn’t even put up with this shit.
The whole walk there, I stayed five feet behind her. She had to be freezing walking out here barefoot, not to mention she’s wearing a dress that stopped just above her knees. I kept thinking about how girls normally complain about this shit, ‘I’m so cold’, but not this girl. She was making her own body miserable and she didn’t even give a shit about it. I noticed she had one rather large brown bruise on the back of each of her legs. How do you bruise there? Were those there yesterday? She also seemed to be walking kind of limp. What happened to her? Maybe I misjudged her. Maybe deep down, she’s just as fucked up as I am. I mean, she was trying to kill herself yesterday.
When we reached the train tracks, we just sat on them quietly, watching the wind blow the rain and the trees. I have to admit it was kind of nice to have a person to sit by while I think my miserable thoughts. She didn’t even cry anymore, she just stared into the distance. It’s like she was craving silence just as much as I was. Maybe this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad for me: sharing my hideout with a person who’s in just as much pain as I’m in.
“I’m Harry,” I said, still staring into the distance. “Iris is a pretty name.”
I could feel her glance at me, “Thanks.”
And we just sat there in more silence.
Notes
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11/18/17