I can't take it anymore, it's killing me! Get me out of here!
Yuri and I were always inseparable. From the very first time we met, to the last day of Middle school. Although, we had our bickers and snaps, we always made up eventually. That's what I love about her, she's forgiving and kind.
The first day of High school was a misery. Possibly as soon as my uniformed self stepped into my assigned home room, class 3-1, the atmosphere suddenly dropped to silent and cold. Everybody stared at me, and the whispers began. Was it because of my hair, my face? I don't know, - still don't know. It may be my aura, or my ways of speech. I haven't a clue. It stayed like this for around two weeks, and that's when the calling started. Anorexic, they would say, pointing and laughing. I've been called all sorts of things that related to my natural thinness. It amused me at first, but then the hurt and pain really sunk in. I started self harming, cuts formed from my hips to my thighs, and of course, no one knew. Not even Yuri, or even my mother or father.
One day, on the last day of semester, Yuri and I were walking to our houses, hand in hand. We didn't talk, but it wasn't awkward. It's was a nice silence, one you would only share with close friends or family members. The silence did the talking. That is, until an unexpected gust of wind blew past us, and obviously, skirts flew and jumpers rides up. One glance said it all, and that was when Yuri was practically ontop of me with questions and words of concern and worry.
"Yoongie, tell your unnie what happened!"
"Is your family hurting you?"
"Should I call an ambulance, or the police?"
"Yoona, tell me, please!" She cried, as I just stood there, frozen and dumbstruck. We stayed like this for a while, until she finally landed onto the wrong stone of the bridge.
"Are you self harming?" She pressed.
I broke down, my legs collapsed and I fell to the ground. I was a crying into her blazer, completely ruining it. She carried me home, and from that moment on, we're were closer.
I don't know how, but the bullies found my address. Maybe it was through Facebook, or Twitter? They started by throwing stones at my windows, which eventually led to bricks, and then pipes and trash. When I opened my window to see what was banging, a brick came soaring at me, and hit my forehead, or, that's what Yuri told me, after I woke from my six week and six day long coma. When I woke up, nobody was there, except Yuri. My father wasn't there. my gaze trailed from looking around the room to Yuri, who's eyes were filling with sadness and tears. A deep pit formed in my stomach, as tears welled on my eyes and fell down onto the pillow. We held hands and cried together. It was a random heart attack, they told me.
I was brought to my Dad in a wheelchair, since if I tried to walk I would collapse in dizziness. I just looked at my dad, and cried, I tried to hold his hand, but a church folk slapped my hand away. I cried even more, at the fact that I wasn't allowed to touch my own father. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I was broke. A smashed porcelain doll. An empty shell of what I once was.
In was emotionless, my personality and likes and dislikes...
Diced away.
