Hated Part 1 I wake up from another sleepless night. My face stained with ruined make up. Dreamless slumber that showed pieces of my horrible night. Today could only get better or worse. #life takes my happiness as a challenge everyday making me die a little more inside than usual. School started 5 days ago. I hated it. I was judged up and down. No matter what I said or did I'd get thrown out like a piece of unflavored gum the someone's been chewing for the past two hours. But it was all my fault the way I am treated. From the way I dress to the way I act. My one friend always ask me why I always had a smile on my face even though I get tormented everyday by everyone including teachers. And I always say so they won't break me. I always wanted to lose the smile. I wake up telling myself what's the point of smiling if every where you go someone tries to break your happiness. School wasn't the worst part of my #life. The worst part is being in public. My father went to jail for kidnapping little girls. I played with those little girls everyday reassuring them that everything would be ok. I was kidnapped too. But he is my actual father. My mother couldn't stand to look at me or even touch me so I had raise myself on my own. I brush my teeth and put you hair in a high ponytail. I throw on some sweat pants and a t shirt. I walked out into the kitchen to see my brother and my mom sitting down eating breakfast. "Did you make me any breakfast mommy?" I asked hoping that for once she would answer. She didn't even look at me. "Why do you hate me? I'm your daughter. Your only real flesh and blood and you can't even look at me. I had no real family. I would say your the only one I have but I can't cause your not even there for me. Your like a complete stranger on the side of the road." I screamed holding back my tears. My brother got up and walked towards me. He smacked me hard to the ground leaving a bloody gash across my forehead. "Nobody talks to my mom that way. We don't even want you here, I've tried to kill you but you've always seemed to survive." he said walking away. It was true every night he would try to kill me. He stabbed me repeatedly but I didn't die. He strangled me but I didn't die. I passed out for a while but I didn't die. I ran to my room and wiped the blood off my forehead with my hand. Realizing that it wasn't gonna stop bleeding anytime soon I put on my converse and ran out the door. Even though my dad was a killer. I missed him. He was the only person who actually tried to love me. He told me I hold a very important secret. I remember the first time he told me that he was putting in my new earrings he got me. I never take them off because it's the one thing that actually has happiness stored inside of it. I opened my window and jumped out like usual. And walked to my bus stop. "Hey have anymore girls in your house? I bet your dad raped you like he raped those other girls!" a guy said. I bit my tongue trying to stop myself from getting upset. He followed me to my bus stop. Asking me over and over if my dad ever touched me. The bus came and the bus driver stopped. It wasn't our usual bus driver it was a substitute. He looked familiar. He was the father to one of the girl's my dad killed. He looked at me hard. He opened the door and I walked up the stairs. He stopped me. He spit in my face and then pushed me down the stairs. I face planted the ground. He slammed the bus doors and drive away. Leaving me to walk to school myself