I Thought I Was A Devil

Part II

"When you think the bad day is coming to an end but your nightmares are just never-ending. Welcome to the second part of my life's LIVE telecast, where I will show you how to get fucked up without doing absolutely anything except breathing."

The teacher is busy dialing the number of my parents while I stood outside the classroom pressing a bag of ice against my swollen eye, luckily they were 'kind' enough to provide the least they could, I could hear my classmates' giggles and chuckles while I stood outside under the sun during hot summer morning hoping my injuries don't end up getting infected.

Let me explain, how I got myself into this situation, as soon as I entered the classroom, Ma'am got furious noticing my current condition, clothes dirty with mud and dust as they mix with my blood, sleeves ripped, hair untidy, blood rolling down from my forehead and came to a conclusion that instead of coming to school in time, I went around fighting with people, she didn't even give me a chance to explain and choose to punish me by making me standing outside the classroom. My stomach growled as the smell of food entered my nose during recess while I waited for my parents to pick me up.

"Another day without food," I thought while cursing those bullies, my body ached but I bear it instead of complaining knowing that no one would care the least about my existence. "she didn't even bother to look at my injuries" I sighed "Why the victims are always blamed? This is a deep-rooted problem…"

After recess, she walked down the hall motioning towards me, clearly in a bad mood. "Looks like they're busy again….." I seemed to know the reason behind her foul mood. "They must be busy again….." Should I be sad or happy that my parents don't even have time for their flesh? Had it been Angela instead of me…would they have been so negligent?

Teacher: Pack your bag, and get yourself treated in Nurse's office before going back home, we can't let other parents think that we neglect our students, reflect on your behavior, and stop being a delinquent, who knows how your parents taught you, looking at your behavior, I even doubt if you are their adopted child. Why do people have so many children when they can't even bother to take care of them? Look at Angela or even your elder brother Leo, how will they introduce you as their sibling if you continue behaving like a hooligan. Bring me a 1000 words essay by next Monday on how you reflected on your behavior. (She says while walking off murmuring angrily) I have met so many working parents but by far Elizabeth family is the rudest.

I bite my lower lip angrily, digesting all the insults, my pain and hunger disappeared, and all that remained was numbness, "This world is a hateful place because adults don't take responsibility for the mess they cause, making us children suffer. Everything is wrong here….human mentality is sick, wish I was never born…" I made my way to the nurse's office as she took care of my injuries before I left for my home. Many bad thoughts crossed my head, I smelled like medicine, everyone was staring at me as I limbed and dragged my body tired, some were eyes of sympathy, some were disgust…I ignored both…while murmuring my thoughts, "I need to get stronger…I need to get stronger…I need to get stronger…" My head hurt from my bundled-up feelings as if it will burst but all I felt was numbness…and continued murmuring that I need to get stronger...

After a long walk, I finally stood in front of my home, "Home sweet home" my little world is inside my room, which looks more or less like a laboratory inside a glasshouse. Originally father planned to make this room for the child who will be interested in becoming a scientist after he/she grows up, but the number of children exceeded the original plan of having a boy and a girl by twice. Well, dad wanted to step back when they had twins on their first try, but mom was determined to have a daughter. So, the number of rooms fell short, and I took over the top room for myself. Can you imagine, even the guest room is raided over by Angela?