Invisible

My hand closed around the bottle of pills.

Suddenly, the bottle burned my hand. What the fu–? I dropped it as white flashed through my vision and my head felt like it was about to split open. Images were flashing through my head. I screamed in pain.

No! No daddy please! I screamed as my dad raised his fist once again. It came down on me hard. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees once again. He raised his fist again and again. Just when I thought he was done, he began kicking me while I curled up on the floor. "You are such a fuck up!" He yelled in my ear. "Why couldn't I have had a son instead you worthless bitch!" I squinted through my swollen eyes and saw my mom sneaking out. "Mom," I pleaded, barely above a whisper. "Mom..." I was silenced by my dad's bat coming down on me. I felt bones break, and my stomach was killing me from him kicking it...

I screamed and fell to my knees, desperately trying to make the visions from my past stop, but to no avail. The scene swirled and changed...

I sat quietly at my desk, first day of freshman year. I had my head down, avoiding eye contact with everybody. My mom left me yesterday, after I was healed enough to take care of myself. My face was still badly bruised and scraped. My arm was still in a cast.

What a great first impression.

The desk to my right slightly shifted as someone sat down. I glanced over.

"Hey," the guy said. I quickly looked down at my desk again.

"Hey, my names Jack. Who're you?"

"E-Emma.." I said barely above a whisper.

"Hey Emma, what happened to your face?"...

"NO!!" I screamed aloud. I was on the bathroom floor, clutching my head with tears streaming down my face and onto the floor. "NO!!! MAKE IT STOP!" But the images continued to play in my head...

I walked slowly down the street with Jack. He had invited me to watch his band practice after school today, and I had said yes for whatever stupid reason. As we walked, I stared down at my feet.

"So.." Jack said. "Are you going to tell me what happened to your face and arm?

I shook my head violently. No one needed to know how fucked up my family was. Jack put up his hands in surrender. "All right, all right," he chuckled...

"STOP! IT!" I screamed. My head felt like it was going to explode. I still couldn't see, memories were flashing through my head over and over. I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't stop it.

I gasped as the back of my head made contact with the locker behind me. Katie smirked at me as I felt blood trickle down my neck.

"That's what you get you emo bitch!" she yelled in my face. She punched me hard in the stomach and I fell to the ground. She kicked me in the face then in the stomach twice. She spat on me and then started strutting away. I spat out blood and glared after her from my place on the floor.

"What did I ever do to you???" I screamed before I blacked out.

I was lying on the floor of the bathroom at this point. I just let the images continue to play and torture me. I just wanted to die, but I was too far from the pills, and I couldn't move. I scrunched my eyes shut as another image began...

"Hey Emma! Emma, Emma, Emmaaaaa!!!"

I sighed. "What do you want Jack?"

"Emma, we found a drummer for our band!! Now we only need a bassist!!"

"What's his name?" I asked as I reached up to open my locker. My sleeve slipped down a bit.

"His name is Ri– Emma what is that?" He asked, pointing at my wrist. I quickly shoved my sleeve down over my hand.

"It's n-nothing.." I tried to say, but Jack grabbed my arm and ripped up my sleeve. He just stood there for a second and stared at my arm, covered in scars and fresh cuts.

"Emma..."

I screamed again, and tried to grab the pills, but I still couldn't move from the bathroom floor. I could only lay there and let it happen...

I ran home as fast as I could. Today was the day. Today was the day I would leave forever. I would end all the pain. I took the note from my nightstand. I walked to the bathroom, thoughts racing each other around my head. I set the note gently down on the back of the toilet, in case Jack came by. He was the only one that ever cared, although he probably hated me now that he knew I cut.

I reached for the pills in the medicine cabinet. I dumped a good twenty or thirty or so out and shoved them in my mouth. I grabbed my razor and slit up both my wrists, deep. I was ready to leave forever. I fell to the ground, sliding down wall. The world went black. Distantly, I saw the bathroom door crash open, then Jacks face was there, crying.

"Emma... Emma, please no..."

"Goodbye, Jack." I choked out.

I gasped and sat up. I was no longer in my bathroom. I was in the hospital. But I never took the pills... I thought.

Suddenly my head rushed and I fell back down onto the hospital pillows. I had sat up too fast.

Especially for someone who had been in a coma for three months, twenty-eight days, and five hours.

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