“All these stories about love, friendship, and care do not exist in my world. All there is, is hatred and pain,” Willow said to herself.
She got up wearing a black hoodie, to hide her scars from people who she loved. By far she didn’t want to hurt them the way she has been hurting herself, her mind consumed with awful thoughts that would not go away, and she believed them all. Willow walked into school, head down to not bother or let any of the others see her. She had felt that if she wasn’t seen then she would not be able to exist, hoping those who made fun of her and mocked her would all just stop and see her true beauty.
She walked up to her locker looking at it yet seeing words all over it in black sharpie.
disappointment, unwanted, freak, whore, unloved.
She starting smiling as her lip quivered, opening her locker nothing but notes telling her to kill herself fall out. Looking down at them, she believed she should. She went to her class, walking in to see nothing but people pointing and laughing whispering those names.
“What a slut,” said one.
“I bet she’d sleep with all the boys,” said another.
A tidal wave of anxiety hit her, and she rushed to her desk, just to see all the names scratched and wrote on it again. She sat down in silence.
At the end of the day, she walked home with her friend, Winston. Winston looked at her, seeing her looking down, and he hesitantly tapped her on her shoulder.
“H-hey are you okay?” He said in concern.
She looked up giving a fake smile and replied, “I’m okay.”
Inside said another thing.
“Save me from this hell! Please I don’t want to be treated this way, why don’t you notice i’m broken inside. Help me. P-please…”
As she walked through the door, she could hear the echo of her mother and step-father fighting. She sees him raise his fist, and she instinctively runs over, blocking her mother and getting hit. As she falls to the floor, cheek turning red, her mother stood there yelling at the step-father.
“HOW DARE YOU HIT A YOUNG GIRL?! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!”
The mother's eyes filled with tears as she held Willow in her arms. The step-father grabs the mother forcefully by the neck, and whispers in her ear, “Have fun living alone with your whore of a daughter.”
He throws the mother to the floor and leaves the house with them sitting there in the dark. As the mother held Willow she spoke lowly in her ear,
“I love you dear. I won’t ever let him hurt you again.”
The mother gets up, struggling to get her daughter up from her being very ill. She carried her to the couch and held her till she had awoken. The mother looked at the wedding ring and slid it off her finger. She was gonna sell it to get money, so they could move and get a better place to live. She didn’t want the house to remind them of the awful memories of what has happened to them there. The mother coughed into her hand, hardly able to breathe from her illness getting worse.
She smiled and hummed a song that she would always sing to Willow when she was younger. As her daughter had awoken, the mother set her down gently. She ran to the bathroom and shut the door.
Willow walked over to the door and knocked asking, “M-mom, are you alright?”
Her eyes grew wide as she heard her mother puking. She tried to rush in to help, but her mother had locked the door. She walked out after rinsing her mouth and looked at her.
“I’m okay dear, I just had an upset stomach nothing to get worked up about.”
Willow looked at her in concern then she sat her mother on the couch, she had noticed her mother go to the bathroom more often. She walked to the kitchen and started making her mother soup, hoping she would feel better after eating it and resting.
She brung her mother the soup and put on her favorite show, she had started playing with her moms hair. As she ran her fingers down her mother’s beautiful brown hair, in her hand there was a chunk of her hair. Willows eyes grew and sat there in shock for a moment close to crying understanding why her mother is so sick.
Her mother was ill from brain cancer.