She Isn't Normal and Never Will Be

She Isn't Normal and Never Will Be

Born into a family with beliefs so strong that any opposition was frowned upon, her life was fixed in place. Growing up she had to conform to her ideological parents sense of normality, sometimes with extreme difficulty. She was never to be normal, never to fit into this squeaky clean image of perfection. She was a short girl who lacked any feminine features. She instead of chasing boys dressed like them. She had dirty blonde hair slicked back by layers of gel, highlighting her burly face. Her name was Mary Anne. She hated the name, every time she was referred to with it her skin would crawl. 

Mary Anne always had difficulties growing up. Her mother and father wanted a pretty pink princess who would bear them a heir to the kingdom of their stuck up of minds. They did not want a burly looking girl who enjoyed the company of women. Mary Anne was a disappointment to them. She wasn't pretty, she wasn't pink, she would never touch a boy or get close enough to make a child. She was, to herself, normal. 

At home Mary Anne suffered greatly at the piercing gaze of judgement from her parents. Some of us wouldn't even be able to bear this form of torture. However Mary Anne actually felt safe at home, for at school the gates of hell would let out demons that would ruin her life. 

"Dyke!" "Oi, Lesbian! Where did you get your hoodie, the little boys section?" She walked through the school halls under constant artillery from the army of insults raging an endless war in her path. She suffered in silence for years, the insults turning into an endless flurry of hate. She never felt secure in her own skin, she never felt like she fit in. She was a candle in a dark room, her light flickering and drawing the attention of many fluttering moths. All wanting to see the light, before they put it out. 

Mary Anne's light flickered and dimmed for years, her glimmer of happiness always under siege from the army of hate and their poisonous creatures. Mary Anne was a strong girl, a tom boy. She never felt normal. She never felt secure. Her mind was filled with a never ending echo of insults, her sight blurred by droplets of water.

She was walking home after a hard day at school when a group of bickering girls followed behind her. She was hit with insults, as hard as piercing stones. She closed her eyes and she listened to a voice within her head, a voice that told her that she was not good enough, that she was never going to be loved. She felt as though the girls behind her were wise prophets, speaking the truth. She took a small step out on to the road and she opened her eyes. A Bright light filled her tear filled vision and she fell to the floor, the iron monster stomping out the light within her.

Her name was Mary Anne, she was a short girl with a burly face and dirty blonde hair. She never conformed to societies crushing sense of normality. She never felt happy with herself and she never felt loved. Mary Anne was killed one day while walking home, she stepped out onto the road not seeing the speeding car that came at her. May we never forget her. 

Footnote: Bullying is something that has affected me quite significantly throughout my high school career and I just wanted to write a story to hep me release some of the anguish it has caused me. This story is complete fiction, No one was hit by a car in the writing of this piece. I apologise for any grammatical errors in advance.