It’s like bees.
They come like bees.
First with just one or two, then the whole nest comes pouring in. All attacking you. And you try your best to defend them off, but you know that it’s not a fight you can win. So eventually you just give up and let them sting you one by one. The pain burns as you lie there, not getting anything to get any medicine to help you. Plus, it’s not like anyone would try to help you either. So, you just lie there, pretending like nothing happened. You like your racing heart calm down along with you heavy breathing as you stare at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for the pain to go away.
But the silly thing is…
The pain never goes away.
 
“Maddie! Get up it’s time for school.” I hear a very irritated voice yell from my door. The warmness from the blankets almost convince me not to get up and just stay in bed all day. I groan at the thought of having to get up, but I do it anyways. My eyes felt tired from last night and my arms burned. I shook the memory from my thoughts before it had the chance to remind me what happened last night. Throwing on whatever I had in my closet, I head downstairs to be greeted by a group of strangers.
Also known as my family.
Not a single person said anything to me as I grabbed my food and left the door. Sometimes I wondered if they even knew my name. My dad left when I was three, so my step-dad was the first person I saw as a father figure. As time went on, I paid less attention to the man and he did the same to me. After a while he didn’t even talk to me. He just told my mom what to tell me and that’s how things were. My little brother doesn’t care enough to look at me. He is too busy looking at girls and playing video games. I don’t think he has ever told anyone that he is my brother.
Forget about my mom, the only times she talks to me is when I need to do something. Like when I had to go to school or if she needed me to do the dishes. I didn’t mind though, I would be too much to talk to anyways. I wouldn’t even want to talk to me.
The wind blew against my scarred face as I made my way to school. I would much rather leave and just never come back. Something tells me to do just that, but I let my feet guide me to the place I hated the most.
As I stared at the building that haunts me, I felt the bees again. They started to swarm my head and I felt my body fall on the sidewalk. The cold concrete made me shiver, but I wasn’t focusing on that, I was focusing on the bees. They were attacking me, and I couldn’t stop them. I screamed, but no one heard me. When they hit me, the stung hurt bad. I tried running away, but my feet refused to move from the sidewalk. I moved over to the side and saw other students staring at me. All of their eyes burned at me and all I could do was helplessly gasp. I felt as if I wasn’t in control of my body anymore, like the bees were now in control of what I do and think. I screamed one more time before it went dark.