Lonely Ghosts

Dread had sunk in, Arlene couldn't catch a break and it was showing. It seemed like everyday there was something new with the 'popular' girls. 

Hearing the scuffle of multiple shoes rushing into the girl's bathroom Arlene couldn't help but let out an irritated sigh.

Didn't they have enough of making her their punching bag? Couldn't they go and bother someone else? Beat on them, make their life a living hell?

A part of her hated herself -- even more -- for thinking like this, but at the same time she was tired. She was running out of excuses and the anger was bubbling up inside her. She didn't know how much she could take before she lashed out.

Would it really be that bad if you finally gave into your rage?

"Well well, look what the freakshow dropped in?"

Arlene rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror, all she wanted to do was wash her hands in peace, dip out of there and head home. 

"Oh how original. Did it take all of you guys to think up that one?"

Arlene knew she should have just kept her mouth shut, knew it would be less trouble than to speak to a group of 5 on 1 but she was sick of it. 

"Ha-ha. Clown. Don't you ever learn your lesson? This would all stop, if you'd just be normal."

Arlene turned now, facing them, arms crossing over her chest, leaning against the sink now holding all her weight.

"Hm? What should I dye my hair blonde and get a tan? Wear slutty clothes like you guys." She snorted at the thought.

"OH! And maybe, I'll get the attention from all your boyfriends, since ya know, I haven't been tossed around by them like y'all."

Arlene was smirking now, watching them all furrow their brows, the leader - Brittney - mouth hung wide open.

"YOU FVCKING CUNT!" 

As if on command the blond's hand met with Arlene's cheek. Quickly making the black haired girl's smirk drop. The goth lunged at the blond attempting to get a punch in as well.

Though her lackey's quickly grasped Arlene's arms making the girl struggle to break free. Thrashing about before Brittney grasped at Arlene's hair, tugging it roughly up to make them have a stare down.

"Come on, I thought I was a clown, make up your fvcking mind."

Arlene found amusement in the anger that was bubbling up in front of her. The blond's face turned in all sorts of flip-flops of emotions before coming down into a calm one.

"You think you're funny clown. Let's wipe that smile off your face."

Her tone made Arlene's skin crawl, no matter how c0cky she sounded, she knew she was no match for all 5 of them. Even if two were just watching guard.

In the blink of an eye Arlene was met with a fist, she had lost count with how many times Brittney just wailed on her. She tried her best to not focus on the pain, counting - biting onto her cheek - nothing seemed enough when a fist kept kissing her face.

*CRUNCH*

Suddenly everything got quiet, the two girls that were holding Arlene back let her go, letting the girl slump down, eyes glaring at the tile floor as she saw speckles of blood dripping.

"Brit- I think you went to far..." 

A meek voice perked up, making the ringing in her ears slowly come to a hault.

Arlene wanted to laugh, though she forced this one down, making sure not to let whatever this was to continue.

"OH?! Went to far? None of you stopped me, and if you'd loveee to help the fvcking clown, be my guest. But you'll be right there with her, or even worse."

Her voice spoke in a disgustingly sweet sing-song tone. Making all the girl's murmur to themselves before walking out of the restroom what sounded like in unison.

Before hearing the blond's voice once more, 

"Oh and freakshow? If you tell anyone, next time I won't stop."

Closing her eyes she counted the steps, hearing the chit-chat and laughter of the girls now. It always amazed her how they could be such cowards against one girl, but she couldn't blame them. She was too. Letting the constant torment continue.

She picked herself up stumbling to the sink once more. Looking at herself in the mirror, the blood still dripping from her nose now into the porcelian bowl. 

She could see the bruising already forming on her face. The blacks and blues. Trembling fingers moved to touch her nose making her wince.

"FVCK." 

She whined out, fist meeting with the mirror repeatedly.

"I think they broke my fvcking nose."

She whimpered out, head tilting down as she just gripped the sink now. Her knuckles red and also throbbing.

She knew she couldn't go home, knew she couldn't go see the only person she called a friend. 

She just stood there, for the first time. Feeling defeated.

Tears building up, this time she didn't stop them. She let them slide down her face.

For the first time Arlene had given up.

Everything inside her hurt. She felt her heart breaking. Piece by piece.

All she wanted was for it to end.