Continuation.

I was so confused by the scene that I thought to pinch myself but no need I got some blowing punches from Ren and next I remember was blood coming out of my nose. I was like What the hell I have done. Then the teacher called me and showed me the letter and the video shot by Ren.

And to my surprise what was the real words in the letter!

Onodera

How shit of a person you are?

You don't have anything good in yourself

Just because you are beautiful and your ass is in shape you don't become a idol.

With what you are right now you can only become a prostitute.

I hate such stupid creatures like you.

I want you to meet me at Restaurant Haide at 4 Pm tomorrow to negotiate.

If you're thinking why you should meet me, ask Ren.....

He' ll tell you exactly.

In the echoes of silence with pain swallowing my consciousness,I stood there motionless.

My world crumbled, the masks  wore by Ren get off. Ren planned all of this.

He knew after reading the letter she would contact him. Then he told Onodera that I had once cut his wrist and was constantly bullying him. Ren was so obsessed with removing the hatred he got, that he used me as a sacrifice.

I gathered my pieces , with all courage I spoke that I have not done that, you can check the handwriting if you want, but my words were lost in silence of their hatred. The letter was printed. I said that Ren asked me to do all this but this question sealed my fate. Ren said even if I have told you to do that will you not check the content before doing such a risky job.

The hatred he received changed to sympathy, but I became the target of their hatred. I looked around with tears in my eyes, but I got nothing but looks filled with hatred and my life changed forever.

I got suspended for 1 week.

The rumors spread like a forest fire.

With each ear it crossed the rumor would be magnified and intensified.

Everyone around my house started to take a dig in my parents, questioning them about their ethics.

After coming back to the school I became a target of everyone's hatred. Whenever they want to make fun of anyone for attention they see me. Even teachers didn't stop the bullying even they took part. I started to be beaten everyday by anyone random. I didn't even remember how many scars right now are in my body. Fights were serious torture no less than a fiction.

They used to spit on me, throw bottles,

bruising my skin with dividers and keeping their feets on my face like they have won over the evil.

I couldn't take that shit for too long.

I was totally broken and cried till my eyes have no tear to spare on any pain any suffering. My world became grey.

But one day, I still remember, 10 minutes after dawn, the cold winds were blowing through the windows,

there was a very noisy silence in our house. My parents came in front of me,

their emerald eyes always had make me wonder why my eyes are blue.

In the silence, no one spoke a word ,they stared in my eyes and they suddenly handed over a letter to me.

I was confused, my tired eyes and body moved slowly, I tried to open the letter but failed first time, I had become frail then.

Then suddenly I heard in the pleasant silence a word  GOODBYE.

With all the power I had I looked at the balcony. My eyes stared , my body shaked.

My parents were standing on the edge,

and they jumped together leaving their broken child alone in this world.

I wanted to cry , cry my balls out, the pain and trauma was not engulfing me.

I wanted to be drowned in pain, but my body has not a single tear to spare.

I slowly opened the letter given to me by my parents.

Dear Alex,

When you first came in our lives , we were not pleased at all, to be honest, we thought of killing you or leaving you to a orphanage. But when Your mom touched you she felt the warmth , she felt those feelings which weren't possible if you were not there. I know you have always wondered about your beautiful blue eyes, that how you didn't get emerald ones, It's because Alex, you're not our son.We found you at the street , lying in a box filled with rainwater . But it doesn't matter, does it? You filled our lives with all the happiness we would have hoped for. But how things have turned now, We can't take this anymore.

Alex never consider it as your fault.

It was us who need to be blamed.

We love you

And never forget what mom says

YOU ARE A HERO.

Your Dad and Mom.

After reading that letter I wanted to cry cry all night, but I couldn't, I took a knife and stabbed and cut my wrist, in hope of feeling the pain , it felt good, I cut my wrist twice , thrice until I was knocked unconscious by loss of  blood.

I was hospitalized,  after being discharged, I never got back to school,

I lived my 3 years at my home, I was destroyed completely, a numb and cold

person.

I hated myself with every mistake I made I hated myself, the regrets were on my shoulders, I am such a dumb person. I wanted to die , but I am a coward, I don't have the courage to face death.

After that I noticed and observed everyone around me, got to know of true human nature.

I am thankful to all that stuff cause it made me see what humans truly are.

When someone becomes weak it becomes a target for their abuse.

This world is a cruel world, weak dies,

strong survive.

"Hey Alex, So we met again, this year gonna be interesting"

"Will you not reply me"

Ren Anderson was sitting beside me and I was laughing in my mind.