My Light, My Only Hope

d, an animalistic sound escaping my lips as a jolt of pain shifted from my outer to my insides; I desperately wanted to fight back - but I knew that would draw too much attention to m

idn't lift a finger against them

hough battered, were clear as day. I had either ripped open the earlier wounds or they were swelling again. My head ached, and

g, those words still burned a hot piece of wool inside me, making me feel like useless stuff walking around in the world when it shouldn't. They

see the figures blurry, but I could hear them better. Every time I got hit,

ave protected me. Money, I had none. Friends, I had none. Allies, no one would even think of it; in high school I was considered a curiosity because I believed being mute wasn't the same as being human. The power, I had it, but I didn't

ence was contagious, they allowed these girls to beat me up because they thought I probably deserved it; no one was l

ther or something, and I was left alone with my whining. That hurt. Really, really hurt - it hurt a lot. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die and never come bac

others growled. Cook let out a hyster

ce was covered with their sticky, disgusting saliva. I wanted to vomit, oh how I wanted to, but I could not. It would hurt my stomach. Then footsteps came, hopefully f

d anyway. It woul

o wonder how the hell I'd managed to bite the inside of my mouth so hard that it bled so much. Carefully, I pressed myself against the wall, making sure my breathing was

my public punishment, everyone returned to the school build

es were already shaking - I was broken in the middle of this immoral school. I had no idea how I was going to get home or what I was going to say to my sister - or if I even would. Usually they did not hit me that hard, so I did not have to

here? Would I finally fall into the hands of eternal sleep? Maybe I would escape this world... But would I go to hell? Everyone thought that. Eve

soothing brick. Just as I groaned, I felt my vision blur, and

heard was an ov