Bloody Poison.(Completed)

my story ...you can skip but plz read

a bit sad if you want please read I need bit consciousness.
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I am big as a cow. But my past always allures me towards it. 2 years and I will be doing a job but still the high school always seems as a sunshine.

I was in 6th grade. Same as usual bad at maths. And didn't even know what multiples are. From 4th to 5th I only played with maths never learned it.

Who want to learn such a boring topic. Who cares why we need to find out factors and equations.

But my maths teacher was new to me...she wanted me to be the best. I never knew her..but she was strict , very strict. She always scolded me.

One day she asked the class to bring assignments that she gave as homework as an idiot I didn't do it and went with no shame telling I didn't bring mine.

She took out my almanac and wrote a note to my parents ... I almost despised her ... I said "why me" she soon said to me "one day you will regret not giving your best... You are made for a hundred"

I took her as a joke... That year I got a good maths score

Next year she was there again I was tired of everything.... She said same lines same dialogue same shits ....

It was damn boring my Physical educationclasses were now being taken over by maths...

Next year atlast my teacher changed ...  Oh god I felt free but wtf she started to torture me whenever she met me...she would scold me for not wearing uniform properly or for my nails or for anything random..

I always asked "why does she care so much..who is she to me.... Teacher that's it"

I didn't know when I became attached to her scoldings that she became a blessing in disguise.... Her scoldings made me want to fly to the top and look at the world... She made me hate her so much that at a point I started to study to show her that I can be better than her taunting

Years passed but she was a terror still ... She was someone I was scared of but I liked her. She became a second mom to me... actually even better than my mom...

I started to work hard for her...

Today I woke up with my phone ringing to notification of my ex schoolmates with a gratitude letter written "our heartly condolences to the teacher ... She collapsed today..her death was heartbreaking RIP."

I broke to shreds what else can I do...my mind broke into the memories of her scoldings and love...

I regret for the first time... I regret not showing her I can make a 100/100 rather an 89. I regret not listening to her...I regret not caring her words.

Sometimes you are to late to place the value of the closest things you have and by that time they are already lost....and you can't replace it...

To my teacher who told me to shine :" MAAM I AM HERE... I LOVE YOU... 8 YEARS OF AFFECTION IS NOW LOST... I MISS YOU MAAM... I SCORED A 97 LAST YEAR IN MY SUBJECT... YOU WON..YOU ARE ALWAYS ABOVE ME WATCHING ME... I LOST.... I LOST AGAIN.... ITS TIME FOR YOU TO REST... SLEEP I WONT DISTURB I PROMISE... BUT I MISS YOU."

This is the only way I can reach this message cause she always said I am good at writing... Because of her I started this... This is my only way..