Zimealeah's POV
Sometimes, it is hard to accept that even if you have 0 friends, you barely speak, you stay out of drama, people will always find a way to bully you. And no matter how hard I try, they always find a way to mess with me.
As I was minding my business, drawing in my sketchbook at my lonely lunch-table, it hits me.
Not a realization, but a milk carton. It hits the back of my head and I can hear them laughing behind me.
"Look at her, she doesn't have the guts to look behind and see who did it!" They're right. I don't..
I couldn't sit there and listen to their insults while I feel a wet liquid spilled all over the back of my head. So I got up, quickly gathered my things, and ran to the restroom.
I ran as fast as I could, but not fast enough to not see the stares and hear the whispers from bystanders. Why are people like this?
As I quickly enter the bathroom, luckily it's empty, I go into the stall at the back and I lock it. I can breathe now. And cry. Why does this always happen to me? Is it because I'm ugly? Am I too fat? Am I too skinny? Was I destined to be treated like this? Will the only friends I'll ever have be online? Why do I feel like hurting myself? I'm stupid. I'm unlovable, and stupid.
My heart drops when I hear the bathroom door open, and I hear the same voices who were teasing me in the lunchroom. "Come out ugly, we know you're in here~!" They say, in a mocking tone. I crouch on top of the toilet seat, praying they just go and leave me alone. But all of a sudden, the bathroom falls silent. Weirdly silent. Maybe they had left? I'm safe now.
No. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse than this, it gets worse than this. I look under the stall and I see someone standing in front of my stall. They leave from in-front of mine and go inside the one right next to mine, and it hits me AGAIN. Not a realization, not a milk carton, but an entire trash can full of dirty nasty stuff. They just dumped all of this on my head from the stall beside me..
"What a loser."
"Yeah, she should just kill her self at this point."
"Haha!"
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Limerence
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