Story: When A Bully Cries (chapter 6)

Authors: coures

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Chapter 6

Title: Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

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What do you do when a long time bully who tortures you, insults you, and sexually harass you from the time you met at seven years of age till your eighteenth year cries in front of you?

Answer.

I have an answer to that and it's still I have no idea.

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Did I say that I am on second grade now? Well, I think I did on the last chapter. Right, well, if I didn't I'll say it now.

Second Grade. Friend count still zero. Enemy count: one.

I think that I make more enemies than that of making friends. Its friends zero and enemies one. You're probably thinking that I'm over dramatic because I'm making a big deal with this one, angelic, little girl, but I'm not. Its only one person, but I feel like she's more of an army or a battalion of soldiers. She's everywhere from the desk on my left side, she changed her seats since we started our second grade, throwing paper balls at me, to the second floor window pouring water at me when I was minding my own business sitting on the grass.

For the last year of my life since she started being my personal torturer, I have been tripped, had my hair pulled from behind my back with no one in sight, slipped from puddles in the hall that come from nowhere, had my clothes disappear when I went back to the girls' locker room from gym, had my things disappear from my pens to notebooks, had my lunch tray thrown, slapped, and/or stolen from my bare hands, and my lunch whether it be a sandwich, a burger, French fries, pudding, the cafeteria's mystery chowder, it would all end up being painted to my face or any of my body parts, the drinks were either spilled in front of my shirt or slapped from my hands, and if I try to clean up in the bathroom, I either get locked in a stall or get weter than I already was when I came there, and because I don't want this to go on and on and on, I'll just say etcetera on the other tortures I suffered on.

I really didn't know how she did it, but wherever I am, whatever I may be doing, she just manages to get one prank after another on me. I tried to approach her one time and do you know what happened? She totally ignored me. I haven't even opened my mouth when she all but shoved me out of her way like I wasn't even there. I stumbled and fell right there on the floor considering that she was a lot taller than me. I could have shouted at her that time, but we were in the cafeteria and I didn't want to embarrass myself considering that I wasn't embarrassed enough when I fell down on my butt. Even if I had a non-existent social life, I still had my pride. I retreated at that time not even getting to step on the battle field yet.

I didn't think that anyone noticed that I was being brutally sent to hell everyday in first grade. Now in second grade though... is pretty much the same. It wasn't their fault anyway. I didn't tell anyone about the pranks so its pretty much my fault. Even if I did tell them, I was sure that Serenity would pull that angel mask on and no one, not even my mother, would believe me.

I decided to ignore these pranks and for a whole year and a half, the pranks went on and on and on. I didn't mind some of them, but the others were practically cruel. Not like the first time she tripped me, the only time that I was really hurt that it took time to heal, but because some of them were insults in pieces of paper. They were always stuck on my desk or put inside my locker. I don't mind it when it was only physical, but when it comes to my mental side I practically shrivel. That was one of the weaknesses that I really detest about myself.

It was another school day, another day to be tortured, and another day until I turn eight tomorrow. My mom made me my favorite liver spread and mayo sandwich for lunch and put it in a brown paper bag that day. I was happy about that. My mom always told me I had weird taste when it comes to food. She rarely buys liver spread for me 'cause I end up eating it all even without the bread.

I walked happily to school with my lunch in my hand, practically swinging it from side to side. I arrived at school and immediately sat at my seat. I put my lunch on top of my desk with a smile. It wasn't long until Serenity arrived. She grinned at me and saw the smile on my face. Her grin suddenly dropped to a frown. She saw that I was looking down at a brown paper bag and a twinkle showed in her eyes.

I sat there until the teacher came in. I had to put my lunch on the side of my bag below my desk. It was really boring that day and I nodded off now and again until the bell rang announcing lunch. I hurried to the cafeteria to get some juice and eat my special sandwich mom gave me.

Once I took a seat, I saw Serenity glancing at me now and then with that sinister grin of hers again. I just ignored her and ate my lunch. When I took a bite, it seemed that it didn't taste like liver spread at all. I swallowed a bit and took a look at my sandwich.

My heart started beating as I saw what was in front of me. It was peanut butter.

I couldn't breathe.

Literally.

My throat closed up. I held my throat, trying to make air enter my lungs. I knew this was useless, but I was already panicking. I stood up and my chair crashed on the floor. I saw Serenity again, she was standing now, grinning, but slightly confused. I didn't give her much of a glance because I already felt my face swelling up. I tried to think and reached for my bag on the other chair. Someone shouted close, but I didn't know who it was. I rummaged through my bag for my inhaler. I always had it with me in case of emergencies, emergencies like these. I finally found my inhaler and grabbed it when my hand started shaking. I was entering shock. God, I was sure that I was dead when I dropped my inhaler. I collapsed and just laid there.

My sight was getting cloudy, but I heard some footsteps. They were frantic, too far away to tell if they were scared to help me or just they just didn't know what to do. I saw my inhaler there on the floor when a hand reached for it. Was it my hand? I didn't know anymore. I tried hard to make myself get my inhaler back, but I couldn't.

I just couldn't breathe. I just couldn't.

[End notes: *Sigh* Its pretty boring without anyone reviewing me, there's nothing for me to get excited or cry about... My life is boring! *Sigh* Maybe I should go take a rest for a while...]

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