7

                                    

                                          
Summer's P.O.V
                          
My mother hits me every night. You hit me everyday. 
                          
You know what I've noticed though?
                          
One of your friends don't hit me. I hear you guys talking.
                          
"Ryan. You guys need to stop hitting her. She's just bones. You'll break her." Oscar says.
                          
"Osc. She deserves to die." Ryan replied. I head to English.
                          
I can feel you staring during class. I scratch my wrist and you gasp.
                          
I look at you then my wrist. Slowly you take it and put your fingers around it. 
                          
Since my wrist is tiny it just lays there.
                          
I see you look at me. I pull my hand back. 
                          
You say something about being fat. I mumble 'I'll show you.'