He's My Only One

{Kimma's POV}

"This is what this bitch looks like without all her stupid makeup!! See?! She isn't pretty at all!!! She's hideous without that makeup of hers!!!" The bitch screamed as the cafeteria goes silent instantly.

Jungkook and the rest of my 'friends' stared at me in shock as I just stood there, soaking wet.

"Are you satisfied now miss bitch?" I asked her as I continued to face forward, not daring to move my eyes away from her.

Who cares what others see anymore. I'll just say that I was pushed into a rose bush when I was on my way home from school one day. It's not a big deal..

She scoffs and raises my arm while pulling down my sleeves.

"SHE EVEN CUTS HERSELF!! WHAT AN EMOTIONAL FREAK", she screamed. Before I can even protest about it, she lifted up my blouse and showed everyone the bruises on my stomach. I quickly force my shirt down as she continued to laugh and snicker.

"She isn't so pretty now when she's covered in bruises and cuts, is she?!" She exclaimed as everyone stared at me and the bitch in silence.

I’m not going to cry, and I’m not going to tear up. In fact, I currently just want to scream and kick the bitch that’s next to me.

"A grimace enlightens them, a smile kills them"

I looked over at the bitch and gave her a big smile. She looked at me with a horrified expression and shoved me backwards.

"How could you smile at a time like this you crazy psycho-"

"A grimace enlightens them, and a smile kills them", I said remembering Jungkook’s words as I finally walked away from the hundreds of kids that were staring at me in looks of awe and silence.

That's right, I'm not going to cry in front of them. In fact, I’ll just hold it all in, and keep it there.

I walked to the school rooftop once again and screamed out loud. I heard my voice as it echoed and I started to laugh.

What am I even laughing at? I'm laughing at myself.

I'm laughing at how much of a coward I've turned into. I'm laughing because the old me would've punched her stomach right then and there. I'm laughing because I said that I would hold it all in, but nope, I just lied to myself.

I sat down on the edge of the roof and stayed laying down. I rested my hand on my stomach and groaned to the pain.

I'm not going to cry now... who would even care if everyone has seen my bruises and cuts? Who cares if they knew about it? They don't know me and they don't know about the things that I'm going through. I can just say that I was pushed into a rose bush and that I was bullied by the bitch a couple days ago.

Who cares about it, right?

I took a mirror out of my skirt pocket and flipped it open to check on the remains of my face.

It still looks just as bad as it did a couple days ago...

I sat up from my position to remove the scarf from my neck. Who cares if they see the bruises on my neck anymore?

I threw the scarf off the edge of the roof and watched as it fell lightly onto the ground.
If only I was like that scarf, just blissfully falling through the cold breeze of the air...

I started to wipe my face on the sleeves of my blouse to remove all the makeup. I mean if people already saw it, might as well get rid of the makeup then.

Who cares if they see me with my face looking like this?

I started to rub at my legs to remove the makeup off my legs as well.

Who cares if they see my legs covered in bruises?

WHO EVEN CARES ANYMORE?

No one... That's who cares anymore.

I sighed and looked at the blue sky above me, breathing in the cool air.

Yes, this is what I needed. To be alone to my thoughts. To be in the fresh air and clear out my mind.

I'll just skip school for today and walk home early. Who cares if my dad beats me and curses at me. I'll just deal with it.

Because I no longer give a crap about it.

I stood up and made my way towards the door of the rooftop. I opened it and walked down the stairs, feeling a throb from my stomach each time I took a step.

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I finally made it home and walked inside.

"Appa?" I say as I enter the living room to see him passed out drunk on the couch. I walked up towards the couch to pull the blanket from the floor, covering him up gently. I looked over at his tear stained face and sighed quietly.

This is why I have to stay strong, I need to stay strong for him, for us. Stay strong for our family.

I picked up all the empty beer bottles and walked into the kitchen to see a woman who looks to be in her mid 20's drinking beer in nothing but her bra and underwear, drunk as hell.

I glared knives at her as she continued to swing her beer bottle.

"Oh, so he has a daughter? How pitiful he is. I screwed a man who already lost his virginity. Such a liar," the woman said as she places the now empty beer bottle on the table. She walks past me and I glanced over at her from the kitchen doorway to see her putting her clothes back on.

She finished putting on her clothes and shoes and walks out of the house without saying a goodbye. I gritted my teeth and grabbed her beer bottle while holding the others as I walked into my back yard. I screamed and threw the beer bottles against the fence.
How dare my father have sex with another woman?!! IT’S LIKE HE NEVER EVEN LOVED AND CARED ABOUT MY MOM!!

I continued screaming and throwing the beer bottles. Once I've run out of beer bottles, I walked back inside the house and wrote a note to my dad so when he wakes up, he'll know where I have gone.

"Gone out to the shop. Be back soon! Love ya!"~

I walked out of the house and head out to the mall, where I can finally buy a new cell phone and a new backpack.

I kind of needed a new cell phone in case of emergencies and I just remembered that I had broke mine from awhile ago. I also need a new backpack because it was ripped to shreds by the other stupid girls.

Once I get my backpack and cell phone, I'll stop by the grocery store to get some groceries for him as well.

Because, why not?

I'll make my father’s favorite soup and food while hoping for the best that everything will turn okay in the future.

Mom, if you're watching over us right now, please take care of dad...

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