It Was All Fake

I heard a shriek. Cries. Loud ambulance rung loudly. I heard people whispering. And I heard the only person who cared for me crying beside me.



|||||| 8 hours before

I stayed at home. Mourning about not wanting to go to school. Maybe if I just pretend to sleep the whole time, my mom would just let me stay in.

Nope.

"Come on Bailey. Don't you wanna see your friends today?" Her voice rang from downstairs. She's been persuading me to go to school for the past fifteen minutes now.

What friends? I thought.

I give up, there was no use. So I went downstairs with my backpack on my shoulder before i grabbed a piece of banana and started to walk to school.

"Wait honey! How about my kiss." She walked outside into the garden and gave me a kiss on my red paled cheeks like she always does everyday.
I smiled at her and said goodbye before I took my skateboard to school.

When I arrived in this hell whole, I put on my hoodie to avoid anyone I know who hates me for some reason, and tried my best to not make any scene. Too bad my luck wasn't with me today; and just like any other day.

"Hey look who came to school after two weeks. Ain't it nice to see my wittle Bailey Wayley." Amanda, stood on her heels in front of me as if she had been waiting for me all morning. And yeah, my mom doesn't know I haven't been attending school for a while.

I smiled coldly at her before I tried to walk past her, but then she shoved me with her fake ass transplanted boobs, causing me to drop into the ground. Everyone was watching. They always do. But no one ever helped.

Then her friends started to kick me. Pulled my hair. They called me names. They even called out my dad that's not even here anymore. They messed with my bag and threw whatever inside of it at me. Just because I was uncool. Just because I had no friends and just because they're stupid enough to think that I'm okay with this.

They stopped when they heard the bell ring. And I was left bleeding, probably with bruises all over my sensitive skin. I just lay there, watching the skies slowly move. I could feel tears dropping into my temple. Why do I have this life? What did I do to deserve it? Then I heard an loud ambulance after I closed shut my eyes, hoping that I'm dead already.

And the only reason that I actually stay here is because I know that she can't handle losing the both of us.

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Mom's POV

"Yes, she goes out with friends." I told the principle while I felt few tears dripping down my face.

"Has anybody been harassing her or threatening her?"

"No, of course not."

"Is she unhappy?"

"Why would she be? She's always smiling at home and calling her friends on the phone-" Then it hit me. That day when she was laughing on the phone. The phone actually rang as if she was never talking to anyone but herself.

And whenever she told me that she was going out with friends, she always went home with at least one bruise. But she always told me that she fell off her skateboard. I believed her even if it looked worst.

I hear her cry at night sometimes and whenever I came into her room. She was always asleep. I thought it was just in my head.

All this time. My baby girl was depressed. And she had been so strong for me after her father went away.

She was always gay at home. She always helped me cook until she's actually better than me. She plays with her pet everyday and pretended as if nothing happened.

It was all fake.

"Ms. Lavender?" I came out from my thoughts with more tears pouring down. I looked at the principle in horror, before I just walked out of his office without a word. I drove into the hospital that they told me she was in.

"Blue Lavender please." I asked the lady behind the desk politely.

"Room 209."

I ran towards the elevator and immediately found the door with the number that the nurse told me. I stared at it for a while before I opened it, seeing my daughter in bandages. I whimpered and ran into her for a tight hug.

This was the first time I've ever heard her cry after the incident in the same hospital.

"I'm sorry." Her voice cracked.

"You're sorry for those girls that I'm going to beat up later?" I joked around, slightly serious.

She chuckled.