Battle Scars

When She Cries

"Every day's the same

She fights to find her way

She hurts, she breaks, she hides, and tries to pray

She wonders why, does anyone ever hear her when she cries?"

When She Cries by Britt Nicole

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My breathing was shallow and rapid. I gotta be honest, I was completely having a panic attack that my grandparents were picking me up from school.

Don't get me wrong, I love them... but when you're told constantly you're fat when you're a size ten in teens, or that you're stupid when you bring home As in advance classes, or that you don't so anything when your room is constantly spotless... it wears one down... fast.

Eventually, Mrs. Ruben's phone buzzed. "Mrs. Ruben?" A feminine voice came on over speaker phone, "Mr. and Mrs. Kramer are here."

"Thank you, Gladys." Mrs. Ruben replied to her phone before it clicked off. "Alright Jaylyn, go on." She waved me out of her office without looking away from her computer.

My face was twisted in horror. Careful of my hurt hand, I stacked my books so that I could carry them all in the other. With heavy steps, I left Mrs. Ruben's office and made my way down to the main office, which was a short brisk walk.

My head hung as I saw my grandparents standing, looking rather annoyed they had to pick me up during the school day. I just wanted to shout Look, I didn't want to leave either! Why would I want to? Hell, I even stay after school as much as I could. Yeah there are the monsters that make it unbearable... but eventually they go home.

"Let's go Jaylyn Avery." Great... first and middle name... I followed my grandparents out the door. Not even bother to wave at the office ladies. I am pretty positive I wouldn't be coming back...

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The car ride was gruesome... Complete and utter silence. That is what I am accustomed to, but still... Even a radio talk show would be helpful at this point.

We were heading toward the hospital. Or at least, in that direction. My grandfather was driving... my grandmother was in the passenger seat. She turned around in her seat and looked at me.

I shifted uncomfortably. Keeping my books in my good hand and keeping my bad one at my side.

"Lemme see."

I flinched, but did not extend my hand for my grandma to examine.

"I said, lemme see." She growled at me.

With a deep breath, I lifted my hand and placed it in hers. Not even five seconds later, a scream escaped my mouth and filled the vehicle. I tried to jerk my hand away from my grandmother's death grip but it was just increasing the pain. "LET GO!!!!"

"Pam!" My grandfather snapped and my grandma let go. My hand was throbing and tears were flowing down my cheeks.

"Kyle, I was trying to make sure she wasn't faking."

I hate you... I cried out in my head. My books fell onto the floor board as I coddled my hurt hand. I hate you...