My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Skylar

Choruses of ‘Sky,” ‘Skylar,” and my various nicknames are being shouted behind me, but they don’t follow.

I don’t know if they are respecting what I want or if Sierra is keeping them back, but I just need to walk away and cool off.

I walk into my back door and through the kitchen straight to my room. I glance at the clock as I go to the bathroom. It’s after midnight, so at least the fight happened after my birthday, technically. I flip on the light and notice I look ridiculous in the mirror.

All my make-up is gone, but streaks of black remain under my eyes from my crying fit earlier, my ponytail is loose and drooping to one side as the ends are still wrapped around my neck like a noose.

My shirt and jeans are a darker color and plastered to my body and dripping from the pool.

I quickly take everything off, dump my clothes in a pile to deal with later, my new jewelry is in a pile on the counter and jump into the shower, feeling really cold all of a sudden.

I let the water get as hot as possible and once I have scrubbed my body until all of the skin is bright red I just let the steam enter my lungs and soothe my muscles and I cry.

I just let out everything I have left. I will lose them, just like I knew I would.

They will hate me for being weakand letting all of this go on for so long.

For lying to them about the whole situation and then yelling at them.

I haven’t been able to find a way to make the bullying stop and any one who has tried to help by going through the right channels, to the “right people have been removed from the school.

Either they transferred or they were suspended and not seen or heard from for weeks and when they come back, they are a completely different person treating me like the problem.

It hurts and it sucks, it’s why I stopped trying to befriend people in the first place.

myself to feel the pity is here in the

one will ever know that they got to me, but I’m not sure how much more I can take and

only took months, months

the connections wrapping a tight web around my heart and tangle to a point where it might kill

have to let them

will drive its wedge, secrets always do, and they will

to them as I arn_ It is easier for me to walk away,

one person,

of the, now cold, stream of water, towel off and head to my room to find something

just stare at the

can’t sleep going over the whole fight

the look

just a weak little girl to them, damaged and

even take care of a simple bully

knowwho it is who grabs me, but

scent is masked somehow, even my wolf can’t find it if I

prove anything, which is one of the main reasons I never go

my gut feeling and I can usually place it with something she has said earlier in the

be considered more than teenage girl empty words trying to sound

most people probably think she’s weak, which in a one-on-one fight, I probably could kill her in

I have no obvious reason to

far as sneaking in and looking at the camera footage at school to try and find me

the footage with the attacks on me are