HER!!

'I don't understand how people are ok with themselves knowing they emotionally destroyed someone'

"Where the hell do you think you're going Sickly?" An evil voice stopped me.

No no no. Please not again!

I looked up at Kennedy, who forcefully grabbed my arm. He pierced his fingers into it. Damn! It hurts so much - Ouch!!

"Please, let go. You are hurting me" I pleaded with him while trying to free my arm. He realized what I was doing and dug his fingers more painfully into my arm. "Please" I whispered more to myself than to him.

"Are you begging me sickly?" He smirked at me. "Uh, you trash!" His eye bored into mine. I shuddered in fear. " Hey guys" he backed away a little, I could see the imprint of blood on his fingers tips - MY BLOOD. " Sickly here" he pointed at me. "Just begged me and I have no idea why. So, what should I do?" He was still smirking at me as I held my arm that was bleeding.

"CRUSH HER!"

"MAKE HER KNEEL!"

"HIT HER!"

"BREAK HER!"

They were echoing.

Their words wrenched my heart.

My vision was getting blurry as tears welled up in my eyes. They have no idea how much their words hurt me. It tore me bit by bit - it tore into my soul.

Do I deserve all this? If only.... Never mind.

"How about we continue from where we left off?" Kennedy asked while walking towards a guy holding a water balloon. He collected it from him and narrowed his eyes towards me.

Why?

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, I knew what he was about to do.

I tried moving away but I couldn't.

Why are my legs failing me? Why can't I move? I don't want to stand here like a scarecrow and do nothing. I want to run away from here, from them, from everything but my legs choose to fail me at times like this.

"Are you ready for hell sickly?" he raised his eyebrows giving me that evil look.

My mouth went dry, a hard lump formed in my throat. I was so scared of him - very scared.

Kennedy is my twin brother's best friend - yes, I have a twin - he is the biggest playboy to ever walk the face of the earth.

He never liked me and I felt the same, he finds ways to bully and make fun of me for being introverted and looking nothing like my siblings. He considers me to be unlucky, claiming that I bring bad luck to everyone around me.

'Sickly' was the nickname given to me by him - only him calls me that. He said I was unhealthy and unpleasant to look at.

I dislike him intensely.

I looked around hoping someone might stop him, anybody. Someone to save me from these torment and tell me that it's gonna be fine. Instead, I saw smiling faces, enjoying the view - I really was something to laugh about - not even trying to step up and help me.

He walked slowly towards Lila who was glaring at me.

With every step he took, the voices in my head yells at me. With every damn step, I lose it. I lose it completely.

"Would you do the honour Lila" he handed her the balloon. She grinned more widely.

"Love to Ken" she collected it. "Get ready to rot in hell Bitch!!"

'No…..No…..No….'

I flinched as the balloon hit my chest and splattered all over my body.

Why me?

They were all laughing as usual.

Soon, more water balloons began to hit me repeatedly, splatting all over my body. I used my arm trying to dodge it maybe it will stop, but it didn't. It only got worst.

"Please stop" I winced. Refusing to cry in front of them even though they would love to see me break before them, I won't. I have to be strong, it won't be first time. Yes! I endured more than this before. This is nothing to me, absolutely nothing. But why does it hurt?

"STOP THIS!!!" Someone shouted.

Am I day dreaming?

A little tear drop was already forming beneath my eyes.

Finally, someone came to my aid. Someone chose to help me. To help me stop them, to give me a second chance.

After Five Bloody Years.

Years with much pain that made me speechless.

I whispered thank you in my mind.

"What are you all doing?" the voice asked again.

They were all quite like nothing happened.

A real smile appeared on my face for the first time in so many years. I have been wearing a fake smile to hide how I truly felt to prove to them that I didn't care. That no matter what, I was strong, or am I? Suddenly the smile faded as soon as it came. I heard her voice, yes her voice. The woman I least expected, how can it be her!

"I asked a question" she said to them not paying me any attention. No one answered.

I bowed my head not wanting to look at her. My euphoric moment couldn't last.

How could I have been so stupid? Why didn't I realise that it was her voice? Maybe, it's just that I needed saving.

I clenched my fist trying not to show my anger, I wished it was the devil that fought for me.

How can someone like her choose me!

Her mere existence hates me.

Memories of all she had done to me took my mind into a frenzy.

I expected the best of the worst from her. She meant it, who is she!

A monster among men

Who finds pleasure in hurting people, she's nothing but pure evil. Lucky for me, i'm her number one victim, ever since I knew her and heard rumours about me.

Her hatred for me sky-rocketed which made me sick to the stomach. Though she smiled brightly, I saw the beast in her.

If we wish for safety but end up dying Why should we call for safety?

She made it that way and guess what!

She was my teacher!

A lady meant to help me was one of my biggest problems.

She enjoyed hurting me, I could remember how she treated that day at the gate.

You might call it fate but on that day a part of me die.

Fate?

Call it whatever you want.

Fate has been very cruel to me right from that day till now. It made me suffer in the hands of everyone - made me a punching bag.

I wish to go back to how it was before or change that moment. Can i?

"What are you doing here?" She asked maliciously.

"I…. I was…." she cut me short.

"Shut up!" she hissed. "You can't even form a correct sentence" eyeing from head to toe. "You aren't even worth an ounce of attention" she smiled wickedly.

People were giggling.

The school administration never stop them from bullying me. Why? Lucky guess, it's me we are talking about. The 'unlucky one' scratch that the 'unwanted one'. Even if they did anything to stop them or punish the culprit or culprits, they will regret it later on. The parents of the students will file a lawsuit against the school and it will be a big loss for the school.

The most important thing to the school is it's reputation not the student or a particular student - ME. They care about it's Good Name. So, turning a blind eyes would be the best thing they could do.

You can see how luck I am.

"Just get out of my sight!" She snorted bringing out of my thought. "You unlucky child. You ruined everyone's life. No wants you not even your own kind" she spat at me.

It wasn't my fault.

It was never my fault.

I didn't... it is too late now.

"MURDERER!!!" Someone shouted.