Chapter #1

hey there fellaz…

I am margale hodgson also known as gale

Well only my mum calls gale every other one call me Mrs.

Hodgson or or nerd. Dumbfucks.

I am a 19 years old girl… an odinary girl…. just like every

freakin wattpadstory

A girl that likes listening to songs, enjoys the rain, the

one that is not the most pretty but is confident on who she is…. Definitely the

one who don’t need anyone to waste my time on or should I say that I don’t

believe in love I mean the last time I dated a boy was when I was 12 years old

but…

Flashback

‘Jason’?

Jason, the cute fatty popular boy in our class asked me out

because I offered him my lunch when he forgot to bring his and was crying out

of pure hunger. I denied but my dear mum asked me to give him a shot…. She

found him cute…well so did I…

I started panicking when I saw him exploring my bag my school

bag.

‘What the hell are you doing?!’

‘Ooh sorry I just dropped my chocolate in your bag so I was

trying to get it out’. Jason excused.

‘Aah I see! but my bag’s zip was closed wasn’t it? Jason the

hell?’

‘Yo you know what… actually I was hungry so I was about to

take your lunchbox  dude your mum makes

some delicious rice cakes….’ He exclaimed quite gladly but nervously.

‘You always eat my lunch… But its okay you can have some.’

Jason started stuffing my rice cakes into his mouth leaving

none for me.

I just smiled at him and he left after shooting me a smile

as well.

What a romantic relationship!

After lunch break I headed straight to the washroom…

Upon finishing my business I was about to get out when I

heard two girls gossiping

‘yo you saw that fatty kissed hailey’

Fatty? Jason? They talking about my fucking guy?

‘reaallllyyyy! But wasn’t he dating the glassy nerdy girl

from his section?’

Is that me? Nerdy?? Glassy??

‘heyy!! Don’t you know his kink for food? I heard that he is

with her just because her mum makes her some good lunch! After all hes popular

why would he date that nerd!?’

‘Nerd my ***.’I said out loud making sure my words went to

their ears.

  I yeeted my glasses

on the faucet and washing my face with full force.

Those girls sprinted out like they were never there.

And there he was with his boys. I ignored him and walked

straight to my path never glancing on his direction untill…

‘ner….. Ahhh margale…. Please tell you mum to make me

sandwich tomorrow she would love to hear that I wished for those delicious

sandwiches.’ He said with a smile on his face but not a humble smile.

He is teasing you gale don’t  mind him! My inner self consoled me to stick to my path untill…

‘honey?’

‘You pig head! Can’t your mother afford her fat fucking pig

that she gave birth to…….’

‘what a shame on your and her existence’

‘I pity her, she gave birth to a dickhead like you.’ I

added.

He went pale. That pig headed fat mf couldn’t operate my

word.

End of flashback

From that on I never dated.

I mean he was never the only reason why I didn’t believe

that love existed. Its was my mum and dad’s relation. A toxic one I must say.

Chapter#2

I was hiding…

Hiding from the reality…

The reality that was just in the form of battle...

The battle that goes on every single night…

The loud noises messes with my mind. The huge thuds stings

my ears. The screams. The cries. Those arguments.

Do they know I exist? Do they give a shit about me? I might

go wild if I stayed here any longer. I want to escape… I will escape…

With those wild thoughts I planned to escape my bedroom.

From the help of a rope a climbed down from my window.

As soon as my feet touched to ground I quietly ran and

exited that messy so called ‘home’ through the back door.

The cold breeze touches my  bare skin giving me goosebumps. Dark quiet alleys with a slow song

plugged in through the head phone I decided to visit the river bridge.

As soon as I reached the high bridge I felt the calm inside

me. Upon sitting on the ledge waving my feet and staring deep down in water I

wondered what if I jump.

‘nah bitch I ain’t stupid enough. I would never give up. LET

THE CHALLENGE GAME ON! I WOULD NEVER GIVE UP! GO HARD!.

I  yelled through

frustration tears rolling down on my cheeks. Hair became a mess form the result

of strong wind blowing them.

I decided to walk on the ledge cause why not…

As I was walking choosing the next song while murmuring some

lyrics.

I felt a presence behind me…

I was about to turn around but that figure pulled me into

him arms and we both fell down on bridge’s road.

I heard a crack...

‘Please be my bone! Please be my bone!’ I started to mutter

out of pure horror.

And the prayers wasn’t answered

They were my glasses…

‘No fuckkkkkk…..’ I cried

‘Young lady life must be hard and no one gives a shit if you

jump so get yourself a grip and think about it for a moment. You are young,

fine, pretty…’

Pretty? Me? Wait!

I am hear to console you tell me your problem! I am here to

help you

Cringe!

‘Don’t jump off the bridge’….the voice said.

The voice sounded young fresh kind of high pitched… I

can’t see but definitely feel he is not the one who grabbed my head and threw me

off the ledge.

‘Ah… thanks i … guess’

‘But you are mistaken I was not about to suici…’

‘Cut the crap. Go to your home nerdy mum must be waiting for

you!’

Now that’s what I call a deep male voice.

There are definitely two guys trying to stop me from jumping

off the bridge. Complete bullshit. But I appreciate.

‘you guys she must have been through some hard time look the

tears are still rolling through her cheeks. Hair messed up. Recording some last

piece of her voice like shes fucking Hannah baker lmao.’ Another voice exclaimed

out of pure joy.

‘wait how many of you are there?’I tried to keep up with the

situation blindly.

‘we? Three!’ The first voice tried to help.

‘Ah she must be blind. Ooh poor girl, that was what

bothering you, haven’t you heard about…wait what was her name again…?

Mr.Russell??hello?’ the third voice tried to guess the situation.

Hellen keller? The deep voice said.

‘Yea yea her. Her. Hellen keller was blind and deaf but

still manged to not to jump of the bridge.’

‘how inspiring’. i said standing up shaking off the dirt I

had on my white t shirt and ripped jeans.

What a time to brag about my outfit.

After hearing some long ‘motivational’ lectures I took a

long breath before telling them that I was not suicidal.

‘well I see that you gentleme…..’

‘That’s that problem’ third voice said.

‘What’ I asked in loud tone.

‘That you can’t see… more like YOU CANT SEE ME. I couldn’t

see but can tell he was waving his hands in front of his face like fucking john

cena.

‘Y’all all I am trying to tell you is I was not…’

 What a ridiculous day

It was first the taxi and now this nerd. The deep voice said almost that i

couldn’t hear him but I did.

'Heyyyy! you can't make fun of a blind person that was about to jump of the bridge.' The first voice said reffering to the third voice.

Do i look blind without glasses?

'Look boys i really thank your spirit for helping me but...' i said bending down trying to look for my glasses.

'k then bye com'on boys, lets leave, we are late already.' the deep voice said.

i was still trying to find my glasses on the ground.

'Taxi...' i heard

After that i heard nothing nor the boys neither taxi.

'Boys?....hello...? Are you guys gone already...?' i asked i could still see figures aroung with blurry sight but couldn't tell if its was just a streetlight's pole or human.

i started waving my hands here and there.

'Booooo!!!'....

My heart skipped a beat and i screamed on top of my lungs.

'The ****....!' i shouted

'YOU CANNOT DO THAT TO A BLIND PERSON!' first voice shouted on definitely third voice and i heard a slight slap on back.

Thanks first voice.

'No not yet. trying to look for taxi.' First voice said

'Ooh i see! can you please help me to find my glasses' i asked politely

'Ooh yea sure.' first voice said.

'Here.' first voice said.

Couldn't show my gratitude enough towards first voice.

i put the glasses on but there were huge cracks and pieces were missing in the grasses i cursed under breath. Had enough humiliation for today.

i thanked them and started to walk home back.

'Taxi is here hop in.' i heard.

They were about to leave until a bumped into someone and slightly bowed down to apologise when i heard form behind.

'Its a fucking pole you blind jackass.' Third voice said.

Before i could say anything in return the taxi zoomed off.

Too much humiliation to digest for today.

what if they meet an actual blind person they gon' hurt their feelings, I'm actually concerned.

Chapter#3

'So much humiliation for this specific day.'

I managed to walk myself blindly. The humiliation engulfed my mind so damn much that I forgot that I climbed down through window.

As soon I entered my house through front door completely forgetting about the situation that I escaped from. I stumbled upon a lamp lying on the floor I knew that exact moment what was coming. I grabbed my glasses from the drawer of the table right across the dinning.

As my eyes recovered their vision I could see the mess.

The mess that I expected.

Not a big surprise but definitely a big *** disappointment.

I heard the loudest thud from my mum's bedroom.

Yup my mum's not 'parents'.

Father left when I was 14 for some women we weren't the happiest before that as well but after giving in everything for that women she happened to took her own way leaving my father behind. Pathetic. after that my father lost everything his job his money everything his own house that he brought for her. My potential step mother.

I sprinted. I can hear crying voice.

But as soon as I reached the corridor of my mum's bedroom my pace slowed, and keeps getting slower. I didn't want to perceive the sight in front of me. I was beyond scared. Terrified.

My pace slowed but not the cries.

I slowly reached for the knob of the door, I was about to opened but the door slammed opened revealing my Father and mum lying on the ground begging father to not to leave her.

The sigh that I didn't want to perceive was right in front of me.

Father holding money in his hands, Mum on the ground, Crying, Sobbing.

Substantially I don't utter a word in front of Father. He frightened me. But If I didn't today it would be iniquitous toward mum.

He was about to take himself out off the situation.

'How can you....' I stopped

He turned around. With a petrifying smile like he was waiting for me to burst out my words.

'How. Can. I. what...? He took a pause after each word.

'Huh?????.'

How could you do that to the person who....?' Tears drenched.

'...the person who loved you so freaking much, you loved her. Why, what's her fault? That you cheated on her? How insecure could a person be to do this to the person who appreciate your presence so damn much. She still prepares you meal when she hears that you are coming although she knows why you are visiting, she still expect you to change, she is still ready to give a person like you another chance, She still gives you money, she still.....!.'

He started moving towards me. I was horrified but now I would not stop my words. I will fly the words out of my mouth. I don't care if he take my soul out of my body right here right now. I will spill what has been boiling up inside me.

'...loves you.' I added as I closed my eyes due to his slow yet heavy pace toward me. Tears rolled down.

'You've grown up I see.' He was so close to me now. He bent down to face me. His whole huge figure was engulfing over me.

'So you expect some answer. I shall give you.' It's the first time we are having a conversation. Mum always hid me while he was angered or just around. I cannot sense the whole 'Father' this from that figure.

'So how could I do that to the person that loved me? Well it's true anyone would love me...'I stared angrily in his eyes. The sense of fearfulness vanished just within the phrase that left his mouth.

My mum got up and rushed toward me but that person known to be my Father closed to door and locked my mother in.

'....so what was the next question? You know anyone that had me would never ever leave me. Tell her to keep trying hard I might just end up her who knows.' My mum started beating the door.

'Don't hurt her. James she is your daughter! Don't hurt her. Please. James hodgson.' Mum shouted from behind the door.

He glimpsed at the door smiled widely. '...anyways my daughter where were we? Ahhhh...so you deserve to know the truth. She got raped when she was pregnant with you. I told her to abort you but she didn't. I told her that you 'My Daughter' are mixed. But she didn't abort you.

That her fault. Roaming around with a child of a person that raped her. Pathetic.' Now tears are falling like a waterfall.

'You...' I hiccupped

'You dumbfuck. How can you be this harsh with her in the time like that...' word weren't clear because I was a crying mess at that point.

I regained my sense and decided to stand for my Mother.

'Everyone loves you? No one would leave you? You are just delusional you know...' I laughed with the ears in my eyes.

'...and I know that how well aware you are about this fact. Delusional mf*ing dickhead.' I could see the exasperation in his eyes and the content in me seeing him having a reality check was a pure indefinable pleasure.

'Everyone loves me!.' He shouted.

'My ****.' I confide under my breath.

'You need a little reshaping. That is what you mother raised you like.'

'No think I got this quality from my father.'

I think I am being a little too courageous.

After hearing that, I could see his blood boiling. I was enjoying the sight but I knew what was coming my way.

He took out the hanged portrait that my mum made herself and threw it on the ground.

'You mudblood...' he added.

He slapped me and I fall on the ground on the shattered glasses. I am not surprised. I completely saw that coming. But did I regret? No.