Laughter, that's all I hear along with taunting. O how I hate their taunting. I begin to cry as I rock back in forth curled up in a ball. I didn't know this would happen, I think as I sob it being drowned out by the other kids. This morning I lost my contacts and on my search for my contacts I lost track of time. When I finally looked at the clock I didn't have enough time to dye my hair but, still I tried. It turned out horrible and me being me I thought I could cover it up with my hood on my head. Boy was I wrong. The students aren't allowed to wear hoodies in school and as soon as I took it off the teasing came and if that wasn't enough they made front of my eyes. They said they were weird because, they're just two colors smashed together. "Hey weird-eyes what's wrong," a kid yells. "Weird eye is crying haha." I begin to cry even harder. I want to scream to tell them to stop looking at me, to stop making front of me but, I don't. It isn't until the door opens that I'm saved. "O my gosh kids what are you doing?" The laughing and taunting stop and I almost sob in relief. I'm saved. The kids part and I feel the invisible cage holding me loosen up just a bit. "O Rose you poor baby." I'm picked up and it's as if I'm floating until I'm put down and then my world comes crashing down.

In front of me are my parents Mr. and Mrs. Barrick. I can tell they're not happy even though they have smiles on their face. In fact they look angry, really really angry. "Thank you for calling us Mr. Krull," Mrs. Barrick- I mean mom says. Mr. Krull just smiles and pushes me towards them. I slowly walk towards them and before, I know it I'm shoved into the car. The car ride to the Barricks- my home was silent. No words are shared as we get out the car and walk up the steps to the house- my house. Even though I knew Mr. and Mrs. Barrick wouldn't hurt me when the door closes I feel as if I'm walking into my death. I shake off the feeling because, I know they wouldn't hurt me. Again I'm wrong. As soon as the door closes a hand smacks me across the face. Staring down at me was both Mr. and Mrs. Barrick who's face is beat red. I hear the sound of a belt jingling and I feel so small and so so scared I almost pee my pants but, it's all forgotten when he brings down the belt an-

I gasp bolting up into a sitting position. I place my face into my hands only to be met with wet skin. It's then I realize that I'm crying. On that day I realized that Mr. and Mrs. Barrick only craved for perfection and wasn't afraid to hurt me to get it. I could never forget how he tied me up with his belt so I couldn't move. He then grabbed a metal rod and beat me with it. A belt would have been so much better, I thought. After he was done it was Mrs. Barricks turn and man did she beat me good. Just thinking about it has my skin itching and my stomach turning. I run into the bathroom and dry heave into the toilet reminding me yet again that I didn't eat anything. After my dry heaving I begin searching around the bathroom frantically as my skin begins to itch even more. I don't feel alone in my own skin.

I looked under the sink and don't find razor or anything else sharp. Locking the door I walk to the full length mirror and slam my hand against the door. The itching on my skin and my breath increases. The mirror cracks but, doesn't break. I shouldn't be doing this. Do it, you know you want to. No, I shake my head I don't. Yes, yes you do go ahead slam your hand against the mirror just one more time. One more time. Yes just one more time. I raise my fist and with all my strength I punch the mirror. Never had I expected that shattering glass made so much noise. Nor did I imagine breaking a mirror would hurt so much. I cry out as I fall to the floor the glass cutting into my skin. It hurt but... it also felt good. So good. Maybe you should grab a piece and slide it across your skin. I sniffle and reach out grabbing a sharp piece of glass. I'm just about to puncture my skin when the sound of my bedroom door slamming open reaches my ears. I quickly hide the piece of glass under the towels when the bathroom door is slammed opened so hard that the doorknob makes a dent in the wall. I sob cradling my hand. "O babygirl." I keep sobbing as the pain in my legs grew and became warm with blood.

Rushing over to me Sebastian gently picks me up and cradles me in his arms. "What happened Rose," He whispers and I flinch at the name shaking my head. I continue to sob as we go bouncing down the stairs. "Shh, it's okay," Sebastian coos. "I'll be more gentle." What he doesn't know is that I'm not sobbing because, of the pain no I'm sobbing because, I haven't acted on that evil voice in 2 year. I've always fought it, ignored it but, this time I listen to it acted on it's instructions. The reason I'm sobbing in Sebastian's arms is because even though I want to I won't be able to fight it.