Chapter 7

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Broken Angel

"Freak!"

I flinched when someone pushes me through the wall, causing my food to spill all over my uniform. A laughed surrounded in the whole area after witnessing that scene. They thought of it as a funny joke. Some even called me names and joined with that person who created the scene. It is like an everyday routine for them and they never get tired of it.

I am always the victim. I don't know why. I didn't even do anything bad at them. All I did is to be a good student as my Mom want me to be. I excel in my academics, although I never topped on our class but, at least I always got honors. Even so none of these students see that. They only thought of me as their toy. They never like me, not even once.

I don't fight back. I don't want my Mom to get disappointed at me. So even if it hurts, I pretended that I am okay because I don't like whenever I see people pitied me. That's not the thing that I wanted to see in my naked eyes.

Having no choice, I stood up and patted my uniform that filled with mess. I slowly dismissed myself as I heard them laughed shamelessly. I can feel my eyes are burning but I prevented myself to cry. Not a single tear, I won't let them see it. I rather swim with my own blood than letting them see my tear. They don't deserve to witness such a beautiful scene from me.

My mom would always wondered whenever she saw me with bruises and cuts in my body. She thought I was a naughty kid, but she doesn't know what's behind in that show. I just follow the flow.

"I told you not to play with boys anymore! Now look at you. You look like an amazona."she hissed after she saw my bruise.

I laughed mischievously. "Mom, I'm just a kid. What do you expect me to do?"

Sa huli, magsesermon lang sa akin si Mom dahil sa akala niyang kakulitan ko. I was lucky because she never punished me nor layed her hand on my face. She still loves me after all. At ayaw niyang madagdagan ng pasa at sugat ang katawan ko.

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