Loving Mr. Anonymous

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I am running and running panting very hard. It felt like I've been running since ages. There is wetness covering my face which I later realize are my own tears.

The fear rolls within me and try my hardest to keep up with the running. Even as I try my best deep down I know I'm going to trip any moment but I still try.

A hard push knocks me down and a ear piercing scream escapes my mouth. Fear gets the best of me and I start begging for my life, all the time sobbing.

"Please don't kill me. Please. Please... Leave me for God sake... Please... Help..help.. Don't hurt me.. Please.." And then without any mercy that dark figure stabs me harshly.

A loud scream echo in shabby little worn out room I call home. Sweat trickles down my face as I look around the room for any signs of danger. On realizing that it was just a nightmare I take a hefty breath.

The small old clock on the table indicates it was 4:30am. Though it's condition always left me with second thoughts whether to trust or not it's working. Keeping aside thoughts I left the bed to get ready for work.

Leaving the bathroom almost freezing cause I can't afford a water heater, I put on my old crappy clothes. Rummaging through the single cabinet in the corner of the room I find a granola bar that looked a bit edible. Checking the expiry date I ate it for my breakfast. Using the last two slices of bread to make my lunch, I packed my tiffin.

God I hated the end of the month. No money, no food nothing. Yay life.

I went to my dresser which is a piece of mirror I started putting on my wig, big vitage glasses and fake braces that made me look like a big psychopath Thyia.

I speed walked to the bus stop to get on board for the 5:15am bus. Good for me to have a bus pass or else I would have to walk to college.

Yes, you read right. I was a college janitoress.

I reached in college on time. I could not afford losing this job.

I started doing the daily chores like cleaning the classrooms,corridors, rest rooms,etc.

..and here comes the stereotypical scene. While cleaning the proclaimed bitches of the school started bullying me like usual. Before it was just calling names and all but now the had started tripping me, haphazarding my work,calling me even vulgur names. I wouldn't lie and say that it didn't affect me it was just I didn't want them to have the satisfaction of my reaction. Also they were rich kids they could literally kick me out.

Today they went overboard. Those good for nothing brats kicked me down the stairs. At the last moment I caught the banister and caught myself. Thank god it cost me only a few scratched. I couldn't imagine what would have happened it I got it any bad. The thought it self filled dread in me. Like this airhead bitches I had no one to pay for my medications.

When I looked back I learned that this little trap had attracted many students. All of them laughing their hearts out. I held my traitor tears and with all my will stood up and made my way to the janitor's closet all the time their laughing ringing in my ears.

When I was about to reach the janitor's closet the "crew" was coming my way. Horror filled me completely. If that teeny tiny bitches could kick my butt so bad than this people can seriously harm me.

The crew was the group of the popular jocks in school. They were known to be cruel.

I pushed my legs to walk faster hoping I could escape them.

But... Yay life.

As we all know the cruelest person in the crew(that's what I think),their leader sees me.
And he is none other than,
Roan Wyatt.

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