I walk to school in the pouring rain. I put on a hoodie, just to make sure the cuts don't bleed through. I cry in the rain, because no one can tell. I have a small smile on my face, so no one will know. Not even my dad knows if I'm crying when it rains.
When I make it to school, I step into the building and cold blasts of air freeze my skin. I quickly walk to my locker and stuff things I don't need inside of it. I walk to the waterfountain and ring my hair out. At least that won't be dripping wet when I get in the classroom.
I make it to homeroom just as the bell rings. I pull out a small mirror out of my binder. My mascara has streamed down my face. I rub it off and check to see if you can tell that there are any scars. I try really hard to cover them up. I use waterproof foundation. I got the scars on my face before I began going to kindergarden. I've been wearing the foundation ever since then. Some are from when my dad had thrown a vase, or something made of glass, straight at my face. My face would leak blood and I would start to cry. He would pull out the belt and whip me with it real hard until my mom came in and stopped him. She would come to me and comfort me. She fixed all of my cuts, but all of the scars remained.
The class started and all I could do was listen. School was my only getaway from the daily beatings I endured. I was saddened when the class ended.
When school was over, it was still raining. No one talked to me. I was an outcast. I guess it helped that I wasn't allowed to have friends. My dad said that I don't need them and if one came over, or if I went over to someone's, he would beat the crap out of both of us. I spared everyone's lives by being the outcast.
I walked home slowly. I didn't know if my dad would be home from work or not. Just then, someone called my name. "Hey you!! Helloo?" It was a guy. I tried to ignore him, I didn't know who it was. I heard footsteps and I could tell he was getting closer. He stepped in front of me. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. I didn't recognize him from school. He held out a book,"This fell out of your backpack." I took the book and mumbled a,"Thanks." and continued walking. He stepped in front of me again.
"Hey. I'm Todd. I'm new here." He stuck out his hand. I didn't take it. I couldn't make friends. I would be beaten to death.
"Then you should know that you shouldn't want to know me, because you'll turn into an outcast." My only chance of survival was to be rude to him.
"But I do want to know you, and I don't care about being an outcast." He looked at me. I loved his blue eyes. I forced myself to not look him in the eye."At least tell me your name? I'll let you walk by yourself if you do." Thinking this was a good chance, I told him."I love that name. Well, I'll see you later Leah."
Happiness was hard to come by in my life, but when he said my name, I felt like I was invincible. That is, until I arrived home and saw my dad's truck.