I didn't cry. I had become so numb I couldn't, well... not anymore. When this all happened, I did. When my mum had started to date that son of a bitch, but ever since I've not shown my feelings. I've been the serious, and secluded one in the corner. The freak who never opens her mouth. Scars riddled my body, and everyone knew they were there. Often I would some to school with brusies coating my face, arms and legs, even cuts and scratches. I always looked like a mess. One of those people who avoid like the plague, and that was how I was treated. Not even my teachers would talk to me. No one would. I was the schol reject. Completley and utterly. I didn't mind, it eant no one ever annoyed me. No one ever asked me about my personal life. What
