asking.for.it~Abs

[kenzie.frikin.rain]

Going to the party was my first mistake.

"Go on baby," My mum had said when we pulled up to the beach. There were lights flashing, music was blaring, and you could see all the students in their bathing suits running around laughing. At first, I didn't see alcohal and I could tell my mum didn't either because she said, "Show them that no one can get to you. You're beautiful and they're going to know it whether they want to or not." She smiled at me and I forced a smile back before getting out of the car. But once my mum pulled away, I knew I shouldn't have been there.

I was wearing a black bikini that was tied in the back, with a large red, jacket over it and matching black flipflops. My short bleach blonde hair was down; I hadn't done anything to it. I'd thought I'd looked good. Apparently not. Some guy slung his arm around my shoulder and yelled, "Hey, Suicide Girl is here!" I could smell the alcohal on his breath, it made me want to puke. "Damn girl," he laughed, "You got a hot bod," he said as he unzipped my jacket. I shoved him away, cursing. That, was my second mistake.

"Hey!" I heard some girl yell, but I ignored her. "Uhm, excuse me?" she yelled again before grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around. "You have an issue?" I faintly recognize her as my sisters old best friend. Hell, maybe they still were friends. But she definatley wasn't mine. "What makes you think you can treat my boyfriend like that?" She growled, shoving me. I stumbled back, trying to regain my balance, but the sand made it impossible. "Bitch." She muttered, pouring her beer on me. And that's when they all started laughing. They circled around me and laughed, adding onto what the first girl had left. Pouring things on me, yelling insults. You'd think people would be more kind to someone who wanted to die. But, no.

I ran. I got up, shoved through everyone, and ran. I pulled my jacket off, it was ruined anyway, and kicked off the flip flops. I knew my eyeliner was running and my hair must have been a mess. But I wasn't crying... not yet. After awhile the sand turned into dirt and rocks. Even though my feet hurt like hell, I had to keep going. I didn't want them to see me cry.

Mistake number three.