Meiko

Meiko is a 14 year old girl who is having problems at school and at home. No one help’s Meiko but she is determined to get her happy ending.

• Fiction
• Health
• Short story
• Drama

								
Stares~that’s all I feel on me right now. My nails claw at my thigh without my control. ”Look at how tangled her hair is,” one of the girls staring at me whispers to her friend while laughing. My breathing starts growing more rapid while my big, dark brown eyes begin to fill with tears. My name is Meiko, and I am 14 years old without a single happy memory. I stand up, making everyone stare at me even more. “Can I be excused?” I muttered. I hear whispers around me saying how even my voice is creepy, laughing and mocking me. I dig my nails even deeper into my thigh. “Please let me go.” I say as I started to cry even harder, feeling the blood rushing down my thigh. The teacher stares at me for a second. She probably feels sorry for me. Everyone does, but no one does anything. “Class is dismissed; everyone can go,” she said while turning around and erasing the board right before the alarm went off. I rush through the mountains of kids, barely making it outside before getting stopped by someone. “Trash! Where do you think you’re going?” She says. Hannah is the same age as me; she is one of the main people who bullies me lately; she has been getting even more violent, leaving me with even more bruises than the ones from myself. I don’t reply to her and only put my head down. She grabs my tangled black hair and pulls my head up. ”You can’t talk today? Are you so stupid you can’t even comprehend what I am saying?” She says while roughly tapping my face~”No, I'm sorry, Hannah,” I say as she pulls harder, making my scalp feel like it is on fire. I feel my tears threatening to come out~no, no, no, I can’t cry; she will get even madder. I try telling myself, but I can’t hold it. My tears pour out like a faucet sliding down my face. I close my eyes, preparing for her to hit me, but she doesn’t. “You’re so pathetic, you’re lucky I have to be somewhere.” lucky? My life is anything but "lucky." She looks me up and down and continues laughing, pushing me away. She walks away while people laugh and point at me. The walk home was short and peaceful. The leaves fell from the trees and started flowing away. I wish I had that kind of freedom; maybe then my dream would become reality. My dream is to have a family—someone who would love and hold me through my bad days, someone who would take care of me when I was sick, someone who would give me all of their love like the fairytales. While lost in my thoughts, I finally made it home. As I walk into the small, cluttered house, I see my mom’s husband. He isn’t my father; my father left me before I was born. My mother says she wishes she could have done the same and that he was lucky. I am quickly brought out of my thoughts hearing my name being called. "Meiko, come sit next to me,” he says, patting the free sofa part. I hate when this happens; my mom is never home either at work or with another guy, not like she cares anyways or would believe me. When he left, I couldn’t move from the sofa; I had no choice but to sit there crying myself to sleep. This is my escape; only in my dreams am I truly loved. When I opened my eyes, I noticed I was still on the sofa, so I got up to take a shower, feeling the warm water washing away all of my worries and tears. This feels peaceful, even if it is just for a minute. I can cry freely without being judged. The weekends passed by as quick as it came; I have to go back to my second worst place. As I walk into the school, I can feel their stares already, their judgmental eyes searching for every imperfection about me. They judge everything down to my hole-ridden school uniform. As I continued walking into the school, attempting to ignore their laughs or teaching, I ran into the worst one of them all~Hannah, but she doesn’t do anything; she just looks at me and smiles while walking away. That’s new for her. I raise my eyebrow, making my eyes a bit wider in shock. I guess I am really lucky today. I walk to class for the first time with a smile, taking my seat in the back of the class like always. As class comes to an end, no one stared or laughed at me today. Maybe they thought I looked good today or that bullying me is boring now. As I am heading out of class, I feel someone tap my shoulder. “Meiko, can we talk later? I feel really, really bad for how I have been treating you.” Hannah says with a sincere look on her face, “O-oh no! It’s really okay,” I say, trembling as the room grows colder than before. No, please allow me to apologize formally, okay? Meet me in the janitors closet after lunch!” She says, looking me in the face as I stare closer at her, she really doesn’t have any imperfections—her long, soft blonde hair, kind of slanted but wide, light brown eyes, natural pouty lips, and natural, clear tan skin. The complete opposite of my short black tangled hair, wide bug-like eyes, small lips, and pale skin. “Okay, I'll be there.” I say with a confused look, This is very unusual, but at least she isn’t being mean or hitting me. As I sat down alone at the back of the cafeteria, I wondered what she would say. This has to be the best day of my life; for the first time, I felt somewhat normal than usual. I hope every day for the rest of my life feels like this. Lunch passed quickly, and I started my way to the janitors closet. As I opened the door, an erie feeling came over me; something in my mind is telling me to turn back~ just as I am about to close the door and leave someone pulled me in the closet. I scream, not being able to see with the lights off. I start panicking, trying to get away but failing. I can feel my clothes being ripped off. “Stop! "Stop, please,” I say, stuttering over my own tears. Finally, I hear someone laughing, and a light flashes. They are taking pictures and recording. I stumble, trying to cover myself while finally getting the door open. Tears began falling from my face as my naked body began to feel cold from the slippery floor. As I finally peeked up from the cold floor, more people were standing there taking pictures along with Hannah. She stands there laughing, pointing at me. I can’t take being ridiculed anymore. I run as fast as I can out of the school building, everything moving in slow motion, passing me, my sobs getting louder with each passing one. As I run into the room, I suddenly hear a loud honking. I turned to look, but it was too late. I had already been hit, followed by a loud cracking noise and screaming. Is this how it feels to die? I had such a painful life, but I don’t want to die yet. I feel myself choking on my own blood, pain everywhere. I don’t want to die; tears fall from my eyes as I attempt to ask someone for help. If there is someone who can help me, please. My legs began to feel heavier, and the muscles in my arms began to give out. So this is how it ends? I wish I could have done something differently; maybe tried combing my hair or telling someone about my mom’s husband. My life was filled with pain and sorrow, but I still hoped that my fairytale family would happen. As my eyes began to close on their own, I heard sirens and yelling in the background. I feel them putting something against my chest, but I knew it was the end for me. My name was Meiko, which means lost child. I was 14, and when I died, my life had no happy ending.
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