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.'