Behind Closed Doors

Failing Classes

Crash! The books fall off the shelf as she gets slammed into it. She tries not to cry knowing that if she does it will only get worse. Her father yanks her up by the hair and pulls her arm behind her back. He throws her to the floor and sits on her back. He pushes her arm up and the pain becomes unbearable. She screams. He then puts all his weight on her and it becomes hard for her to breath. She's gasping for breath when he leans down close to her ear and whispers "Maybe now you'll learn to listen to me." He pulls her up just to shove her back into the wall. He starts to leave but hesitates. He grabs as many books as he can and cackles. "You won't be needing these anymore." She pleads with him weakly "No..." She blacks out and when she awakens she smells smoke. She limps over to the window and looks out. There's a fire going and her father is burning all her books.

At school she falls behind. Her grades plummet. She lost all of her friends, no one wants to be friends with a failure. She doesn't turn in her homework, her dad always destroys it. Her teacher pulls her aside one day. "Honey what's the matter? You used to get good grades and now... Not so much." She knew this day would come, she'd been preparing an excuse. It wasn't very good but at least she had one. "I guess I just don't understand the material." She stated blandly. "Well do you need some after school tutoring?" asked the teacher. She wanted so badly to be able to say yes but she couldn't. If she did she would be beat, she already got enough of that. She didn't need anymore. "No it's fine... I'll just do some extra studying at home." She said this knowing fully well that she wouldn't be able to do that. She walks out of the class and leaves the school, early. I can't take much more of this, she thinks to herself.

Three weeks later a note is found.

Dear Dad, Sorry for doing this to you... NOT! You deserve to go through all the pain you put me through and more. I hope the police find out what you did. All of your abuse and lies was too much for me.

Dear friends, I bet you wish you had never left me.

Dear Ms. Presley, Thank you for trying to help me. You have no idea how badly I wanted to stay after school for tutoring. I'm truly sorry to have done this to you. You were the only one who cared, Good-bye.

She was found dead in her bathtub with an empty bottle of bleach.

So when I started this story I wasn't going to make her die but that's how it ended up. Sorry to be so depressing. If you have any suggestions on what I should write about please leave a comment.