Okay, I know Fan Fiction is for like only fake stories but I had an idea, a story about my crazy life. Now, some however will be true, true events and some fiction. However, due to circumstances I will not be mentioning ALL the ones that are true. The only one I will say is true is the attack I got in at McDonald's. The rest of the story, I'll leave you to decide. Because I love my mother, I will not change her character. Friends names have been changed, some parts of this story may be too gruesome in detail, if you are easily sickened, offended or for whatever reason not sure about this story, feel free to stop reading at any time, no pressure, I understand. Now on with the story. ------------------------ Hello, my name is Paige, I'm a junior in high school. I have an older sister, Ashlynn who is currently in her second marriage. I have an amazing boyfriend whom I've been dating since June, he's everything to me. In the past few years I've been through a lot, more than the average teenager would experience in their life. See, I'll start at the beginning, I was a freshman, I had my own circle of friends, there was Jacey; the wild, daring, exciting and fun one, Kristen; the one who we called 'mother,' Shannon; the quiet, second runner up to being 'mother,' Courtney; well she was hard to explain, she is wild, quiet, shy and emotional and then there's the other Paige; the so called 'bad influence' by our parents. We were the rebels in the school, Courtney had just transferred to my school and we knew this was going to be one hell of four years. I'm not saying that in a bad way, Courtney lightened us up, she was fun to be with and if you dared her to do something, boy she jumped to it! We liked to think we ran the school, of course not with administration powers, but we ran the students. If anyone talked about one of us and they wasn't there at school, it was either face the rest of us or one of us. Substitute teachers? Yes, they got put in their place too from time to time, teachers? Nah, we liked our teachers. Now, let me skip forward about a few months, Courtney moved back to her old school and I moved as well, mom and I found a better house and she was offered a better job, it was a county over so I'd be with Courtney undoubtedly until graduation. My first day there was good, I had already met girls I didn't like, not from jealously, no, they had nothing I wanted. I'll put it this way, they were a neon sign flashing for STD's and such other 'fun' adventures. I remembered Paige talking about a Kayli and Aleesha girl that went to this school, lucky for me I had two out four classes with them. I remembered Kayli immediately after I saw her face, she was a big trash talker, boyfriend stealing type of girl, well, not to mention she had slept with half the school as well, no lie. Everyone knew her as the county whore, her personality, awful; stuck-up, cocky, conceited, arrogant and infantile. I know, I know what you're thinking, I'm infantile as well for talking about Kayli like that, but if you knew this girl, you'd hate her too. Now, when I say this girl caked on make-up would be an understatement, she may have as well went in the kitchen, got the Nutella and slathered it on her face. I was in my room doing some math homework when Paige texted me asking about my school. I told her it was great being Courtney but I didn't like having Kayli and Aleesha in my classes, Paige went off like burnt lights, telling me Kayli had been talking about her, not only that but had took Paige's boyfriend Brandon from her and saying I was anorexic. I was furious, my best friends meant everything to me, since my sister became who she is I didn't even consider her that, my friends and my mom were basically all I had. So of course if someone talks about them when they can't be there to physically stand up for themselves I knew I had to step in and deal with Kayli myself.
The next day at school I had Kayli's revenge already planned out. I would wait until the lunch bell rang, wait until I see her and attack, it sounded great in my head and I was in anticipation until 11:30 came. I see her in the distance, "HEY, WHORE!" I shouted before taking off after her, I jumped on her back and knocked her to the ground, "you think you're cute talking about my best friend? You got another thing coming." As I turned to look at her before I got a few punches in to her face before I was picked up and escorted to the office. My face red, my heart racing and my eyes mad with anger I sat in the office until they decided what to do with me. The principal wasn't too pleased with me, seeing I had all A's in my classes except for a B in math, I was a proud gymnast and on the volleyball team. The principal placed me in ISS ( in school suspension) for 2 days. I didn't really care, but I knew if I seen Kayli, I would finish her. ISS wasn't that fun, the teacher hardly came in, the work was crazy and the rules were a bit over the top, more than I expected. Little did I know that for a while I'd call this place home from time to time. Let me go in more detail about myself; I'm 5'2, light bright green/blue eyes, shoulder length light brunette hair, pale skin, dimples and freckles. A gymnast and a volleyball player. I came home after asking a friend, I sent Paige a text about what I did while I walked upstairs, trying to be quiet. Moms new job hours threw her off course on her sleeping, instead of her working from 7PM to 7AM she now worked 11PM to 7AM. My mom is truly one of a kind, she's lively, crazy and sometimes I think she needs help. I was sure she was going be amused by the fact that I was having ISS, well I actually didn't know what she would say, I did my homework, showered, washed my dirty clothes and then woke up my mom. Turning on the light wasn't good enough, her head buried under thousands of pillows, I went downstairs into my kitchen to find a pot and pan then proceeded upstairs to the master bedroom, "WAKE UP, MOMMA!" I shouted while banging on the pots and pans. My mother shot up from bed, "PAIGE! Lord yung'un get'cha tiny butt downstairs before I throw you like Reggie Bush, now go. Go on, now, lorrrrd, Paige you gonna give me a heart attack! Mommas old, sweetheart." I couldn't help but laugh at her as I walked down the big wooden stairs to the living room, I tripped halfway and fell down, landing on the dark wooden floor. I laid there for a while, not in pain, just didn't want to move, mom peeked over the balcony from upstairs and started laughing, "walk much?" She joked, I groaned and sighed deeply, "I got it from you didn't I?" I joked back at her. I reported to the ISS room the next morning, or jail as these students called it. There was no windows, no clock, no posters on the walls, it was white cement bricked walls, wooden desks with these wooden wings I guessed to keep people from talking and cheating, each desk spread apart and facing the wall. I had finished my all my work after the third bell rang, I was finished by the time second lunch started.
I'm skipping ahead to where all things started coming up ------------------------ My sophomore year came and in that time, I fought Kayli again, fought Aleesha, got in more trouble, back talked a substitute teacher, got in a verbal argument with Kayli, listened to the principal say I was a "threat" to Kayli, got in a verbal altercation with an old friend; Halie, fought with Courtney and got into a fight with Shannon after she started demanding respect, all within a few months. Sophomore year came, I was now down to Paige, Jacey and Kristen in our group. Paige was one year older than me, Jacey was two years older than Paige and I so since they had cars we always hung out. Paige and I were closer, we were more like sisters that never fought, we were close and best friends. The weekend came and I was staying the night with Paige. We planned to go out to the city shopping, eat, ride around and probably see a movie. We set our phone alarms to wake up pretty early, it was a long drive from where we lived to the next state over, the only bad thing about living in the country. We woke up, got dressed and got ready, we took Paige's car and stopped to get a drink. We drove off and got there in almost two hours, we walked around the mall and went in a store, I had 200 dollars from helping my grandma with yard work but I was in surprise to see Paige stealing what she could that didn't have the security button on it. My heart was beating fast when she told me to join in, I had never stolen anything in my life. I was nervous, my hands sweaty and shaking as I looked at the bras, picked up one, looked at and carried it around, walking around pretending to look at other items. My heart was racing, I was scared but I had such a rush pumping through my veins. We continued doing this at every store we went in and managed to get away with at least 100 dollars worth of clothes. Was I proud of myself? No, I felt ashamed of what I did, "dude, we got so much stuff" I bragged to Paige nervously, her face was saying "I know" when she said, "I can't believe it. We're awesome!" As she started the car, my nerves had calmed down but my heart was racing. We had the windows all the way down, blasting music, sunglasses on, dancing, singing and smoking. The warm sun hitting my arms and legs felt good to me, I pushed away the image of me stealing everything I did and focused on now, just having fun from here on out. "Jacey's coming over after she gets off work!" Paige cheered enthusiastically, I smiled "awesome!" I said back. "Paige, Jacey said we're going to party tonight. You cool?" She asked me pulling into McDonald's, "yeah! What are we doing?" I asked excitedly, "drinks and weed, unless someone has suggestions." Without thinking, my bad side took over, the side I hated, "Delysum cough syrup" I blurted out, "what's it do?" She asked back without hesitation, "it trips you out. My friend did it with a whole bottle and half." I couldn't control myself, as much as I wanted to shut up and change the subject I couldn't, I really couldn't. It just kept coming out from my mouth. Paige was if course interested in getting the Delysum and she even talked about getting Tylenol. I couldn't handle it, it was becoming too much to handle at once, I wasn't a bad kid, I swear, all I wanted to do was sit in a corner and cry my heart out. Paige told me the party was going to be older people. It was Paige's friend Amber who was throwing it but I wanted to go, I had never to been to a real party, just ones with Paige at Deer Park where we got high and then did whatever next. The time for the party came, I dressed in tight skinny jeans, a one shoulder tunic top and flip flops. Paige and I walked in and greeted by Amber, Katie, Halie(the old friend I mentioned earlier, this is how I met her), Jacey and a few people I hadn't met before. Paige and I awkwardly walked into the kitchen, though it seemed it was a lot of people, it wasn't a big party that I imagined in my head. Paige poured me Malibu coconut rum, "here, drink it with me." She held up my cup and I chugged it, trying to get my nerves to settle, I could feel my liver screaming, "ohh, yes!" But wanting to avoid the alcohol and was too tempted. I loosened up and I met a gay guy, Thomas. I loved this guy, he was so funny and sweet, we became friends. Everyone on the couch, Amber suggested we play never have I ever, basically you just say something you haven't done and try to get other people to raise their hand or drink if they have to give them more points. Well, Paige lost and I found out more about her, I didn't know she a lot. I didn't care honestly, that was her, not me. I had fun at the party, I went outside to smoke and that's where I met Chad, he was sort of attractive and looked older, I was drunk so my vision improved the looks. At first I didn't talk to him, I got a creepy vibe from him, but he spoke to me about French inhaling, he couldn't do it but I could and I showed him. I started to get warmed up to him and we flirted, I remember putting his Coca-Cola bottle down my shirt and tried to keep it from him, that's as far as I went with him, his friend joined us outside, I was more attracted to him but he mentioned being related to Kayli, "well, uhm I don't like her" I mumbled and he laughed, "I heard you beat her pretty bad"
After spending much conversation with Chad I learned he's 24, I was only 14. The next morning at the party Paige woke up around 6AM, like most of us were already up, her and I went home to go back to sleep. After I woke up I told Paige I had to so she drove me home and handed me a pack of cigarettes and Hombres.... The next few days were calm except for my friend Skykar, I had been having problems with her and the fact I was talking to a guy she set me up with made it even worse. I lashed out all my anger at her at my gymnastics meet, next thing I knew when him and I were official Skylar was jealous but eventually she won because she stole my boyfriend and ended up pregnant. I hated Skylar more than I hated Kayli, she couldn't stand for me to be in the spotlight and she pushed me out so she could get my attention. Summer of my sophomore year; this is a whole new complete different story. I called Halie a bunch of names and bashed her pretty bad on this website place and it was even in front of our friends. A few weeks later I learned Halie lost her virginity and thought she might have an STD, I laughed at her. I quit talking to her after that, Halie was ruining her life slowly but then again mine was crashing slowly with hers. Things were silent in my life for a while but I got a strange message from Paige, she mentioned money and hotels and when I asked her she said, "escorting. It's private and safe, you'll make money too!" Ever had your heart drop to your stomach? Yeah, I had that. "Paige, I can't do that." There was no way I be in the escort business, I knew it was for money but I couldn't be with random married guys, but what the hell? I did it anyways, willingly knowing one slip and I could ruin a happy marriage.
My first time escorting, I wanted to throw up, I was disgusted with myself that I had let me get this low to basically be a high end hooker. I only done it one time while Paige continued to escort, after that I had the guy take me home and I immediately took a shower hoping to feel cleaner somehow, I sat down and cried for what felt like hours. I quit talking to Paige after that and she never talked to me first. I later discovered she was now out of escorting and was selling herself for cocaine. I had finally drew line with Paige and cut off communication with her, did I approve of what she was doing? No, I didn't like it all, I grew up with Paige and it saddened me to see her doing that. A few months went by and I got a phone call from Jacey asking if I wanted to go out to McDonald's and just catch up for a while. "Sure! It sounds like fun! Give me 10 minutes." I smiled enthusiastically, now keep in mind I was now 17, I had my car and everything. I got dressed and told Jacey I would meet her there. I pulled in the parking lot and noticed three girls I went to school with that I never really liked, I had never said anything to them because unlike some of the girls I hated I could tolerate these three. I didn't speak to them but I smiled nicely as I walked by them to go inside. I ordered chicken nuggets and a tea and took my food to a bench and waited on Jacey, she came in and sat in front of me, saying "oh my god, you've changed so much since I last saw you." I smiled saying thanks. After some small talk she left to order her food and she came back we continued talking. I asked if she had heard about Paige and she already knew, "yeah, it's sad to see to her doing that to herself." She said with a sigh. The three girls were sitting in the bench behind me, saying things about me, I was too short, too skinny, too ugly, the only reason my boyfriend was with me was because he liked my body. It didn't hurt but it did make me angry, as we were about to leave I walked into the bathroom to (excuse me here) change my tampon. *guys this part will be gruesome. The attack that you're reading is true and if you're easily sickened then please stop now. * Now let me paint this picture for you. I'm 5'2 and 112 pounds. The three girls that attacked me were in the range of 5'6/ 5'7. At least 130 for the girl who held me down, and the other were very uhm, big boned? The attacker was at least 250 and I'm not sure about the other girl. Once I walked in I heard the door swing open just as it was closing, one girl grabbed me and swung me against the wall causing me to slide down to the floor. Two of the girls held me by my arms while the other girl slapped, stomped, kicked and punched at my face, legs and stomach. I don't remember much after that except for screaming for help, and having being beat by all three girls at once for 10 minutes, the total amount of time that I was beaten, the girls said was in excess of 30 minutes. I remember coming to on the bathroom floor in front of police and my crying mom. Once my vision was completely 20/20 in one eye, I noticed there was blood coming from my leg, mouth, nose and from random scratches on my body. I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk, I was short breathed and I was in extreme pain. I was sent off to a hospital 4 hours away in the city, one hour away from the capital of my state, I needed surgery, well a lot. I suffered from a contusion on my leg, broken lower leg, broken arm, broken nose, fractured hip, blurred vision in one eye, bloodshot eye, broken jaw, jaw bite out of alignment, black eye, busted lip and lower back pain. I don't remember having the surgery, I don't remember seeing doctors or nurses, I don't remember my mom crying for hours in the waiting room with my favorite stuffed animal and my baby picture she had of her and me and I don't remember my boyfriend calling my phone and leaving me voicemails of him crying, worried about me. All I know when I woke up was that I felt like I was floating in the room with unicorns. Once I had rest, ate and calmed down from the anesthesia my doctor came in to see me, he told me I was the worst case of an attack that he had dealt with. Tears were rolling down my face not just from realizing I had been beaten almost lifeless but because, my dad, who had left my mom and I since I was 12 showed up, he walked over to me and the memory smell of his cigar, his rain coat, and cologne took me back to when I was little. Out in the yard with my sister as dad spun me around when he came home from work, mom watching through the kitchen window and dad calling me "his little pum'kin" hit me in the face. I couldn't believe it, after all the times I called him and waited at the door watching for his car to pull up, after all the times I called and it went to voicemail, after all the visitation promises he broke that he made from birthday cards, I finally got to see the one person in my life I had missed more than anything. The room was quiet except from the beeps of my IV and the hushed sobs I was trying hard to hold back because it hurt, he sat beside me, looking right at me with that look and then he spoke, "hey, kiddo. I know I broke you apart but listen, Paige. I'm very sorry I hurt you and I know nothing can take back all that pain you were in for so long but I want you to know, that even if I'm not home, I'm right here." He pointed to my heart, gently kissing my forehead, "you're a fighter, Paige. You're tough and strong and I know you can get through this. You remember that song I dedicated to you? That line from that song I always sung to you as a child? You always sung it with me in the truck when I took you out for ice cream, "just one chance, just one breath just incase there's just one left, 'cause you know, ya know, I love you, I loved you all along and I miss you, been far away for far too long.... Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore." You were young back then, but that's your song, it always will be." Now, let me say this. Dad walked out on mom after an argument when I was 12. They divorced once when I was younger, but came back. Dad dedicated the song from Nickelback to me when they were going through the divorce and they wasn't sure who was getting custody of my sister and I. Tears were streaming down my face, all I always asked for on Christmas and made a wish for on my birthday was for my dad to come back. Part of me was whole again when he pulled me into his gentle hug, " 'cause I'm not leaving anymore." He whispered in my ear, I wrote on a piece of paper, "I love you, dad" and with a smile he replied, "I love you too, pum'kin."
For the days I was in the hospital I was visited by some old middle school friends, my gymnastics coach, a few teachers and some friends. I never felt like talking much, I couldn't my bite went too far left when I bit down, even though I got the surgeries I needed I was still in pain. My mom was furious that the three girls who beat me were 18-19 year olds and Jacey never came in to stop it. She wanted the girls in jail and for good. Once I was able to go home I felt like I was in no condition whatsoever. They prescribed me OxyContin for pain but they would be under moms supervision since they're easily abused. Once I was home I wanted to talk to my boyfriend but I couldn't talk just yet. It hurt to walk, breathe, talk or even move. I cried for hours on end not just from pain but the fact I was scared to go in my own bathroom, visions of the fight played over in my head a million times, I started blaming myself for have gotten me in this, all I had to do was tell Jacey no and I would've been in the perfect condition I was before I left. Out of spite and because he was curious I sent pictures of all my injuries to my boyfriend, he didn't recognize me at all but still called me "my beautiful bookie-bear" that made me cry. I felt ugly, like a one eyed Cyclops that got hit with a train and a jet, that's just the pain I felt. For a few days I became an insomniac, bad dreams and thoughts of having bad dreams kept me from sleeping, I got sick a few times and threw up, I didn't hardly ever eat anything and never left the house. I felt alone in the house on the pull out bed in the living room, I was bored, no one messaged me except my boyfriend and I was emotionally exhausted. I looked forward to my medication, that was my fun time to count the floating hairy platypus ducks on rainbows.