Thursday, February 16, 2012

Out of Sight

Maybe they won't notice me. I've done my best to stay hidden. "Out of sight, out of mind," isn't that what they say?

Last week was bad; they just couldn't get along with each other and I happened to be there. They took their frustrations out on me.

I won't make that mistake again; the hitting, the insults, the smell of anger, blood and fear.

It's hard not to cry. I know they love it when I break; the sense of power they receive.

Who knew seventh grade girls could be so mean?