"Ugh, I seriously do not understand why I am still here"

Hey, I am Rebecca. I am a 16-year-old reject, why am I a reject you might be asking yourself. Well, maybe the fact that when I got to high school, all my friends decided to leave me because I was not "trendy" enough for their tastes.

I was lying on my bed, only in a black t-shirt with a wolf on it, no pants on. I didn't care for pants since no one walks in here anyway. Some people find it weird but I found it cozy without wearing cloth sometimes.

All I wanted to do is sleep, listening to my mix of sad blues. Some were very hardcore rock songs which got me in the mood to dance sometimes. My life at school was a mess and even at home. My father worked at a huge company, being the boss for it. He created these new phones that were actually little earpieces that you wrap around your ear and put in like earbuds, then it projects a screen in front of you.

My father was a genius yes, loved his wife, but dislikes me. He cannot relate to me, therefore he spends more time at work or with his wife, my mother. My mother worked at a huge pastry company. She made this amazing recipe for pumpkin and apple, seriously, try it sometime.

Even though we were rich, people made fun of me because of it. Saying how they are gonna rob me or threaten to kill me. It depressed me so, making me numb to emotions. I still felt it slightly but it was hard when there was nothing to make me happy.

I cut, a lot. My arms and legs had cuts everywhere. People would sometimes see them and whisper to each other. I kept my head down, slightly crying to myself. People would even say rumors about me that were not true, like that I was raped or that I was a whore. None of the rumors were true, however.

I decided to get up out of bed and take off my shirt. My body was not curvy like the other girls, so guys didn't find me attractive. Some try to hit on me, to get under my clothes. It was disgusting to see how they acted towards me.

I slipped into a new outfit that consisted of a white, blank t-shirt. I grabbed a belt and put it in my black jeans. It had a cool skull buckle on it. I grabbed a slim, leather jacket that was also a hoodie on. I looked around, trying to find my school bag. It happened to be hanging on my door's knob. I opened my door and put my bag on, inhaling deeply for one last time in my room, to then proceed to enter this horrible day.