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Today I came home covered in bruises. I was bleeding on my forearm and on my knees where the rocks and branches had cut through my skin. Before school was ending, I was getting harassed pretty intensely, so I decided that it would be a bad idea to ride the bus home where the torment would just continue. Instead, when we were released, I walked home.

The road home is a straight path but when I noticed the car following me, I took some turns to throw them off or perhaps to convince myself I wasn't being stalked. However, I was. I began running and soon enough we were on a backwoods road and they were getting bored of their cat-and-mouse game. They would speed up behind me just to terrify me. The final time, they revved the engine and hit the gas and came right at me, and I had to jump to my right to avoid being hit by the car.

I ended up jumping right into the woods and rolling down a lengthy hill and into a ditch, branches and thorns grabbing for me as I tumbled down.

I hate life, but the otherness is trying to convince me that it will get better. I doubt it.