Enveloped within the abyss of her own thoughts and haunted by a dreadful past, Diana Goldstein finds the fortitude to exact vengeance upon those who had long shattered her very identity. From the jagged remnants of her history, she emerges transform...
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The first day of school was always expected to be stressful for anyone with an introverted personality. New place, new people? Especially for a kid like me. I was always afraid of something new. I was afraid to be left alone in an unfamiliar place. However, I was lucky that day. I had my friend close to me. Her name was Eliora. She was a playful girl, kind and chatty, her green eyes were shining bright with a joy and excitement everyday and her long dark brown hair was thick and healthy. I felt comfortable with her during our first day at school. We were sitting together at the same table the whole day throughout all classes. She was my childhood friend. Our mothers introduced us to each other when we were maybe three or four years old and that how our friendship was established. Then we went to the same school for the next two years, but I did not expect her to leave the school and transfer to another one, to a better one. Since that day, I was left alone. The thing I feared the most happened to me.
I remember that school day very clearly in my memory. It left everlasting scratches on my soul. It was raining outside and I was waiting for my friend, however she had not appeared in the class. When the second lesson started, I began to realize that something had happened to her. In addition, when the teacher said her name the shivers ran down my spine and my eyes widened.
"Eliora had been transferred to another school, so she will not attend the classes here anymore." The teacher's voice was cold and emotionless, as if it didn't matter to her, even though it truly did. It was only the second year of studying, and she could hardly have grown so attached to her students that she would grieve if someone transferred to another school.
When I heard this phrase, I felt how my little world shattered into pieces. I have lost my one and only friend in school. How was I supposed to survive here all alone? I could already feel how everybody had been staring at me with their predatory eyes, waiting for me to give up. I had a lump in my throat, my eyes became watery and I could almost cry, but I suppressed all those emotions inside myself, it was impossible to show my weakness, not for them. My world was a vulnerable place and that day broke it even further. I was hoping that eventually she would come back to school but when we met after our classes outside of school, she seemed very happy with her new classmates. It was the moment when we had stopped being friends at all even outside of our schools, as she was busy with her new social circle. However, I didn't have anyone to talk to from now on. I was alone in the school of bullying. I had nobody to rely on or to trust. Just loneliness and the hope that I would survive. Spoiler alert: I would not. At least not entirely. Everything that started happening after Eliora left my school was a complete nightmare for me.
