Purple Hyacinth

CHAPTER 6

AGE TWELVE

I used to despise coming to school, now it's my only escape.

Escape from my Father.

The incident happened two weeks ago and just like he promised he made my life a living hell.

I can handle the rude comments, the mean notes, the messages from social media but I don't think I can handle my fathers wrath.

I feel like I have been walking on eggshells around my house. I'm scared if I do one thing wrong he'll hurt me.

I'm living in fear, horrible fear.

I burnt the toast last week so my father got a candle and burnt it into my skin.

I screamed in pure agony.

Sophia has been helping me cover my bruises and scars. I have also started wearing long sleeves in the house. Something I never used to do.

Sophia has also been taking some first aid classes, to help treat some of my wounds.

I'm soo grateful for Sophia, with out her I don't know what I would do.

Sophia had also showed me how to use colour corrector and so far is has worked.

No one has noticed the bruises on my face.

It is wonders what makeup can do. All a sudden with a some concealer I don't look tired and exhausted.

My body hurts, my mind hurts and overall I just wanna leave, run away and never look back.

I open my locker to see a white note fall out, I could hear some people snickering a few meters away from me.

With a sigh I open the white note.

NOTE

You should have never been born
Bastard

I hear the people behind me snicker and laugh even louder. I turn to look at them, as soon as they see me they run away and laugh.

Over the two weeks of my secret getting out I have been picked on by everyone.

I have become there number one target.

All of my friends left me and don't wanna be seen with me.

I hate rich people, what is this the 1800s.