Rage

♠TWENTY TWO♠

•Raquel De Silva•

"Sal" His name escapes my lips, barely a breath, weighted with exhaustion. I spent the past minutes banging the door severely, hoping he'll come back.

He actually locked me in here, i sighed, why does my life have to always be a big mess? I looked at the vase i shattered, maybe i took it too far in that extent but my brain doesnt work well with anger.

Hell, my brain doesnt work with anything, i sit on the floor, as my hands dig into the sheets, not only im i locked in this room, i also have an extreme hangover. My head feels like two bricks above my neck and im tired just freaking tired of putting up with him.

We called truce didnt we? It wasnt my idea but the thought of less angry was good enough for me besides I had bigger issues at hand and I couldnt stay angry forever.

My eyes lingered of the vase, i really shouldnt have broken that vase.

Maybe this was life's way of teaching me a lesson. I was never going to see my family and people i loved again, in return of my actions

The thought of my past monstrous act invaded my mind.

"You're always going to be a loser, gigi"

I sighed, frustration filling my veins as i tightly held my fork, just ignore him Raquel, ignore him. You can do this.

"Dont go mute now, you said alot of words in spelling decentralization, oh wait, no. D.....e...." His irritating laugh filled my ears as it coexisted with his colleagues.

I glared at the boys, one chubby with freckles that reached his eyes, one soo skinny you can see sharp edges of his elbow and knee.

"Leave me alone" simple warning.

"Spell Decentralization, prove us wrong.... We'll leave you alone" i didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making me do something i didnt want to do. I remained quiet, rolling my fork over my already cold food. I lost my appetite a long time ago.

The cafeteria was already empty so i couldnt distract myself much from the boys, i had to stay back with olivia because she had slow eating habits.

Gregs scoff echoed through the room "You should repeat sixth grade that way you wont stammer at every word, giraffe" he laughed again.

Yes these boys called me a giraffe, because i was the tallest in my grade, i was taller than both boys and girls. It didnt seem as a big deal till they started taunting me with it.

And i only stammered in my spelling of decentralization because i was nervous. I can spell the word any other day.

"Dont worry Gigi, we can teach you how to talk" he said, i glanced at the three boys, my head had been aching me from continuously hearing there voices.

"I dont need your help" my voice was cold and my breathing quickened, i was at the verge of loosing it. I needed... No. You can do this. I felt a soft palm on my shoulder, Olivia. She knew i was going to explode anytime from now.

"Ofcourse you do and we're willing to help, you just have to do something for us" he said narrowing his eyes at me.