Bitches, Hitches And Stitches [ON HOLD]

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Doesn't someone deserve some peace and sanity in this messed up life? Why were we denied of that? We got the luxury of choice and demand. But never gained access to fulfillment. Else, why have we no rest?

"I am tired of discussing one particular issue for over a million times. Don't you get it? Leave me alone let me set myself back into the right track." I thundered at Paris who looked unfazed.

"I want to help you set yourself back into that right track. At least, if you won't let me do that, let me stand beside you as you do so." Paris said earnestly and I began laughing hysterically.

I was loosing my sanity. I was really loosing my sanity. Everything happened at the same time, leaving me crippled and demoralised in a bed of woes and suffering.

"What are you saying, guy! Are you even listening to yourself? Please do not stand by me. I have myself and that's enough. You are just an intruder!" I shouted.

The whole class was in a state of turmoil. After the competition ended and the winners were announced, the game kicked off on a different level.

"Liking you is now an intrusion?" Gasps filled the air the very moment he spat those words out.

"You're getting the point. Right now, I need to be all alone, okay? It's been me and myself against this wicked world and it better remains that way." I made him know.

"Look, that Esther ended up being the one to represent SS2 class science students in the inter school SSEC doesn't make her better than you. That shouldn't weigh you down or make you so burdened."

That statement didn't go down well with me. "I guess you don't know me. I never have found a way of dealing with failure. Rejection? depression? I'm learning. But I don't just know how to solve the failure shit." It was harder than the Rubix cube.

"You can imagine? It was a simple question on concord that pulled me down." My eyes moistened. "That shit hurts!"

"Of course, that's what its meant to do. Hurt you, break you, ruin you, Faith. Esther is our rep, not a filthy caricature of creation like you." Ruth's voice hit my ear drums and all that continued for seconds was echoes of her words.

"Not everyone is as filthy as you, Ruth!" Stella surprisingly stood up for me. And now, I really felt like crying. I was just a big mess.

"How dare you talk to Ruth in that manner?!" Juliana teamed up with her friend, Ruth.

Paris really tried to control his temper. He was wondering how much more insensitive these people could be. And he was worried sick that the girl that he liked was just gonna get worse day by day. The environment was toxic and never helping.

"Let's get out of here." Paris muttered and began dragging me out of my class but I immediately forced myself out of his grip. I would never run away from my fears again.