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"ragazza grassa"

The next day was almost the same as the other days except the insults were different. They crawl deeper into her heart and stab it harder each day. Everyday, she would walk to school and someone would've thrown garbage at her. It was as if that someone was paid to do it.

Yvonne doubt that. She was after all hated for no particular reason. Or at least for now a reason she couldn't see. When she reaches school, her locker would be full of negative words written in sticky notes. Sometimes, Yvonne just wanted that person to flat out tell her those words instead of being a wimp and writing it anonymously.

Tearing all those notes apart, she threw them into the rubbish bin not far from her locker. "Aww Yvonne. What a shame. I thought you finally realized where you belong when you walked towards that bin," Crystal said pointing her finger at the rubbish bin.

"Oh Crystal you always know exactly what to say to peasants," one of her minions with an extremely high pitched voice complimented her added with a laugh. "Thank you Melanie," a smug smile crept onto Crystal's face.

"Can you please move? I'm getting late for Science," Yvonne murmured quietly. Crystal raised an eyebrow but stepped aside. Yvonne gave her a slight nod of appreciation. When she passed by them, Crystal took the opportunity to whisper hurtful words in Italian.

"Ragazza grassa."

Fat girl.

Melanie then stuck her foot out causing Yvonne to trip and fall. "Sorry, didn't see you there," she then offered a hand to Yvonne. Yvonne looked at the hand cautiously and decided to just grab it.

She was halfway standing when Melanie let go of her hand causing her to fall yet again. "I don't help people like you," Melanie hissed. "Learn where you belong, freak," she added.

Her heart felt like it was stomped by a gigantic imaginary dinosaur. Of course she shouldn't have accepted the help from an enemy. It was very naïve of her. Mentally cursing herself, she stood up and ran away from them.

Like always, she ran away from her problems.

That was when the rumors usually starts. People would trash talk about her and no one would save her. She was drowning in pain and she wanted to just die. After all, that would make a lot of people happy. Even so, she knows that she can't.

She didn't want her parents to cry over her. Although they were ignorant of her being, they gave her a life. Without them, she wouldn't living on earth.

And to be honest, she didn't want a life.

She was hiding in the bathroom when she saw it. The words written at the back of the door. It was clearly vandalism but that wasn't what caught her attention. It was what the words are.

All of them were written in either black or blood red marker. Her eyes teared up at the sight of it. Whoever wrote it clearly hates her and wrote down their feelings on the door about her.

She wanted to scream but she just couldn't find the voice to. She wanted to stand up for herself but every time she did, someone would bring her down lower. She was sick of how they treated her but she could only watch.

There was nothing she could do.

She was helpless.

No one would save her from her own emotions. Her own mind who betrayed against her. Her own soul that is just so weak.

She hated her own body.

She hated herself.

She hated what they made her do.

She hated how she was the only one who experienced pain while they laugh at her own misery. She thought that maybe someone would save her. Anyone just anyone. She didn't care who it was but she just wanted her way out. She was patient.

She waited for what seems like eternity