I'm fully aware that I'm not pretty like any other girls. I'm not wealthy because, well, I'm an orphan. I'm not a smart girl whom everyone will look up to. I have no talent to be proud of. I have no friends. I have no one to talk to because no one likes me. There's no one who can defend me in times of danger. No one respects me.
I'm a complete NOBODY.
I wiped off my tears and slowly took my bag that was lying beside me. I can't stand up. Not when both my knees are still trembling in fear. I'm scared. My cheeks are stinging in pain because of the consistent slap that I received. My whole body was beaten up by a bunch of bullies.
"You really think I won't find out what you did?"
It was a cold voice. I immediately recognized who it is and my heart started beating erotically. I hugged my bag as if it could lessen the fear that I have.
"I-It wasn't m-me. I swear!" I loudly whispered. I could feel my lips trembling and my hands sweating. I can't escape.
A loud gasp left my mouth when someone pulled my hair from behind. I couldn't see them because it's dark and the only light that I'm seeing is the moonlight that is creeping through the window. I struggled to set my hair free from someone's grasp.
"You know what? No matter how hard you try, you're still a loser! No one wants you and no one loves you because you're useless!" I tried not to let out a sound of pain but I failed. I'm hurt physically and emotionally.
"I-It hurts. Please l-let go," I begged. I have no courage to fight for myself. I know that I'm weak and I'll never win against them.
"I don't want to see your face tomorrow. You better hide," she let go of my hair and I immediately crawled away. "Remember, you won't tell anyone about what happened here. You know what I can do."
Trembling, I gathered my remaining strength to stand up. I know that if I stayed here one more second, I could be dead. They're dangerous. They fear no one.
As I ran away, I could hear their laughter and insults. It was terrifying. I took one last glance at the abandoned house where they kept me hidden. It is their secret place where they always torture me. I shivered as the river of memories flashed through my eyes.
I thought I'd already died.
When I arrived at my apartment, I was heavily panting. I closed the door behind me, afraid that they might have followed me down here. I'm shaking. I slide down the door and hugged both my knees.
Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to suffer? What did I do to suffer like this? When will this stop? Why am I useless?! I cried the whole night, thinking if I should continue living or I should take my own life. It's pointless.
I woke up lying in the cold floor. I immediately winced when I felt my body burning from heat. My eyes landed on the bruises in my arms and legs that are now visible. My head feels like it's about to explode. I gathered all my strength to stand and I immediately went to the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection. I have a small cut near my lips, but still, it can be noticed at first glance. My hair is a mess and I won't be surprised if it'll become a nest for birds.
I wiped off the tears that managed to escape from my eyes. I shook my head when negative thoughts started whispering. I might punch the mirror once I breakdown. I sighed and decided to take a bath.
The cold water made me shiver. I calmed down washed every area in my body especially the bruises in my arms and legs. I felt the pain but nothing can hurt me more than words. I stepped out of the bathroom when I finished taking a shower. My stomach grumbled as I made my way to the cabinet where my clothes are stored.
