eyes whisper, the mind yells

a day in life of a young girl who goes through bullying and abuse. this story is made to spread anti-bullying and anti-abuse.

5:30 am,

my alarm goes off, i lean ove to my desk and smash the off button on my clock. 

i better get up, before mum does 

   

i pull my self off of the rusty bed and walk over the my smashed mirror. my feet dragging across the icy wooden floor. my eyes olny just adjusting to the bright light of the smiling sun. 

i look at my tattered image. my short hair a mess, bags under eyes. i grab my old hairbrush and start trying to tame my hair. my arms felt hevy whlie moving through the cold air. bruses bright anainst my ivery skin.  my eyes meet thenm selves in the mirror.

grey, almost emotionless. i dont even remmember the last time my eyes laughed.  

i finnish brushing my dull brown hair, and put down the brush on my metal desk. i walk over to the pile of clothes on the floor. crouching beside the mess. i pick through the colourless clothes. 

my eyes come across my favorate grey hoody and a pair of black ripped jeans. i decided to wear a white tank top under the hoody. 

my frame looked bulky under these clothes but i dont mind. 

i open the door as quietly as possible to be greeted by the devil her self.

s**t

"what do you think you are doing at 5:45?" she questions me, here eyes droopy and voice sleared. hungover. 

"a small walk, i prommise i wont be late too school." i pleed her to let me go. 

"A walk? at 5:45? why can you like the other teens and sleep?" she looks straight at me, dispointment in her eyes.

"what ever, get the f**k out before i change my mind" she spits in my face. i move fast towards the front door. my hands trembleling while opening it. 

the cool fresh air hits my face and the light burned my eyes. another day, ready to drag me down again. 

i know i needed to tell someone about my mum. but there doesnt seem to be anyone willing to listen. i walk along the row of grey houses, but even though they were such a meloncholy colour. they seemed the brightest. 

my eyes surch the windows of the hoary houses. looking for that one window. 

"ROBBIN, IM OVER HERE!" i hear the velvet voice come from one of the windows. Iris. her fragile outline shines in the dark of the shadowed window. 

or thats how it used to be, her mesmirising eyes still in my mind. i shake my haid and close my eyes for a second. clearing away the memories of her soft lips. 

burning tears run down my frozen cheeks. i hug myself. trying to warm my body, but all it did is bring the feel of her. 

i open my eyes and start running, i dont want to be here anymore. my heart hurts. i want her back. but i cant. she took her life after her dad died. 

i keep running, not watching where. i feel my self colide with something warm, a body.

"im so sorry, i wasnt watching where i was going" I whisper backing up to see who i collided with. 

"thats ok, you seem to be upset. are you ok?" a warm smile greets my eyes. 

"yea.. yea. im ok, sorry again." i say sheepishy. he was a boy that went to my school. a 13th year i think? 

i look around and realize my feet brought me to the gates of my school.

"ok, well.. have a nice day." he smiles at me and walks to the main building. i stand there, woundering how long it will take for him to turn on me. i walk into the school.

7:30 am

"ok everyone, dont forget to collect your home work." Mr. Impish yells over the noise in our class

 "Robbin, can i speak to you?" his eyes snaked to wards me. not again. 

 i look at him. almoast begging. my eyes swealing up.. knowing whats going to happen. 

 as everyone files out of the class room, he creeps towards me. i try and swallow the lump in my throught.

  

Author's Note

quick note: i have dyslexia and its my first story