Jenna
slowly limped home, dragging her feet across the cold pavement. A sharp pain struck
her every time she put pressure on her swollen broken ankle. Her vision blurred
through her tear filled eyes, bruised with a dark shade of purple. She grasped
her stomach in agonizing pain as she stood there on her welcome mat in front of
her home. Jenna took a deep breath to face her mother and hesitantly turns the
knob. “I’m home mom” she said under
her breath. Her mother walked up to her for a hug, but froze when she got a
glimpse of Jenna’s fragile, beaten figure. Her eyes widened in confusion and
fear. “I’m okay. I just fell.” Jenna
responded to her mother’s frightful expression. She turned around and made her way
into her bedroom, locked the door, and melted to the floor. Jenna was on her
knees, unable to hold herself up. She shriveled into a ball of hopelessness and
sobbed endlessly. She hated herself. She hated the fact that she was incapable
of telling her own mother that three schoolmates had tortured her behind a
building after-school Two grabbed her long black hair, while the other repeatedly
pounded her face with rock hard fists. The physical
pain was excruciating,but their words pierced and ripped her heart apart. "You're so annoying, you worthless
piece of trash. Why don't you just kill yourself, so we don't have to do it?
Stupid, ugly, fat whore!" At that moment, Jenna wanted more than
anything to stop living.
