*13 Years Later*A cla.s.sroom sits as the bell rings for them all to go home. The teacher yells at them all to do their homework before going to his desk to read one of his many books.
A girl sits in the back. Her long black messy straight hair down. Some in her face. Her eyes covers a little. She was putting her books up as two girls walk up to her. "Great..."
"Look at the freak." One laughs as she tells her friend. The thief laughs with her.
The girl doesn"t care for either and continues to put her things away. "Please go away.."
"Hey freak?" One of the girls pull on her hair hard. Yanking her to the floor.
The teacher peeks over his book.
The girl grunts as the pain hurts. "P-please stop..." she says in a low voice. "I don"t want to fight.."
"What was that?" She pulls harder again. Laughing with her friend.
"Miss Lees!" The teacher yells at her.
She quickly let"s go of the girls hair. "Mr. Jacobs. I was-"
He grabs her hand. "You will leave and go to the princ.i.p.als office."
"B-but" she tries to speak.
"Now!" He yells.
She stomps as she and her friend walk out of the room.
He sighs. He sees the girl going back, picking up her things. "Cry?" He helps her. "You need to start fighting back."
She shrugs. "It"s no use."
"It will help." He smiles at her. He notices a bruise on her wrist. "Did they-"
"No." She quickly grabs her things and hurries for the door.
He sighs as he stands.
She stops at the door. She looks back at him. "Thank you." She smiles at him before hurrying out. "Mr. Jacobs was always looking out for me. No one else cared. Not like he did. He didn"t know me and he still wanted to help."
As she walks out she feels eyes on her. "I was the freak of the school...anywhere I went someone looked at me funny.."
"Freak!" The same bully from before yells at her as she was with her friends.
Some nearby teachers smoked and some smirked as they heard Cry getting called a freak.
"See?...humans are all the same...evil.." she holds her books close as she exits the school.
"Come on!" A woman in a car yells at her as Cry walks out. Her outfit was very revealing. Her makeup and hair messy. She smoked one of her many cigarettes.
"That"s my mom. She"s cool." Cry smiles a little as she gets in.
The car smelled of smoke and beer.
"You stink." Cry tells her as she puts her seatbelt on.
The woman laughs. "And? When don"t I?" She pulls out of the school grounds.
Cry watches the trees and houses that pa.s.s by. "My mom was nice when she had her booze and smokes...but that niceness didn"t last when she was sober..."
*Next Scene*
"f.u.c.k YOU!" Cry"s mom screams as she throws a gla.s.s bottle at the wall.
A man, that almost gets. .h.i.t by the bottle, yells back at her.
Cry sighs as she walks in her room from the bathroom. "That"s one of my moms many boyfriends.." she shuts her door. The lock was broken on it. She sits on her bed. "Like I said my mom can be nice. But tonight was different. She had a fight with her drug dealer and boyfriend. Who was both." She pulls out her drawing book. "Drawing helped me escape this mess. It wasn"t even her or the girls at school...I wanted to do it because it made me happy. I could imagine anything I want and draw it. It was awesome.."
A gunshot goes off outside.
Cry freezes. "Oh no..." she looks at her door. She hears the front door slam open. "Mom!" She quickly gets up. But slowly walks to her door. "Please no..." she opens it. She sees the front door open. "Momma?" She says as she walks down the hallway. She freeze when she sees a hand. "Mom..." tears form in her eyes. She goes towards the hand but jumps when she sees her mother run inside the house. "Momma?" She looks at her scared.
Her mom had blood splattered all over her. "Oh baby.." she goes to her.
Cry cries in her chest. "I thought you died!" She sobs.
Cry"s mom holds her tight. "Baby I"m sorry." She gently pulls away. "Hey, how about me and you go on a vacation? Huh?" She smiles at her.
Cry looks over to the hand. But her mom pulls her face to hers.
"Look at me. Want to go?" She looks at her worried.
*Next Scene*
Cry and her mom drive down the dark road. Bags of random things in the back of their car.
"This f.u.c.king shirt." Her mom takes off her b.l.o.o.d.y shirt as she drives.
Cry holds on the wheel as she does. "Would you be surprised if you knew this wasn"t the first or last time she did something like this?.."
"G.o.d d.a.m.n it!" Her mom throws her b.l.o.o.d.y shirt out the window before taking the wheel.
Cry sighs as she knew she would have to start a new life.
*2 Years Later*
Cry lays in her bed as she listens to music. Lana Del Ray played through her headphones. Her hair was still long. But no longer in her face. She managed to tuck her side hair behind her ears.
"Cry!" A mans voice yelled from outside her door.
She opened her eyes. "Great.." she sighed as she sat up. "Coming!" She got off her bed. "That was moms new boyfriend. Though they just slept around he was different than the rest. He was nicer. Plus...." her door flies open.
"Mom and dad said get your b.u.t.t to the table now!" A little boy said with one front tooth missing.
She laughed. "Okay smart mouth." "That was my little bro. He was only two but man could that kid tell stories." She picks him up. "Come on brat." She says jokingly.