"Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline"
- Halsey {Gasoline}
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She walked down the hallway. Pale blue lockers adorned the dirty walls on either side of her. She walked with her hair drooped, her dark auburn fell like a curtain, enveloping her face. She walked slowly, praying that today would be a good day.
Snickers. Giggles. Laughs.
She ignored it. She tried. She tried.
A strong smell of Him filled the air. She held her breath in, it felt like she couldn't breathe. Her cheeks were flustered, her eyelids fluttered. She lifted her chin to glance at his face. His hair was touseled, his teal eyes glimmered and his pastel pink lips were slightly parted. But all of this morphed into a frightening image as he opened his mouth. The words pierced her throat like glass. Taunting her to open her mouth. Clawing at her throat. She wanted to show them that she wasn't weak, she wasn't different. But she couldn't. Words filled her ears, threatening them to listen. She couldn't disagree.
"Look who it is. Mute Girl."
3 years was too long. 3 years was far too long. It wasn't her fault. Why was she blamed for this? She wanted to scream in protest, but she couldn't even do that. She begged, she pleaded. She felt pathetic. Worthless. Silent tears strolled down her face. Silence. That was all that she was capable of.
The tears didn't stop them from opening their mouth. Him. How could he do this to her? He knew everything. Why didn't he stop them? Why did he make it worse? She couldn't walk away, they had trapped her in, enclosing her into a never ending torture.
Suddenly, she could feel an overwhelming pain in her throat. Her hand jerked and gripped her throat. Everything went quiet, wide eyes stared back at her. The pain did not lessen. A familiar sensation returned to her throat. She opened her mouth. Nothing. She tried again. A chocked strangle escaped her mouth. She tried again. The scream became louder. All the memories of the torment came back to her, she couldn't escape it. She looked up at his widened teal eyes. His eyes were panicked. Worried. She wanted to laugh. He could never feel sorry for her. He wasn't capable of emotions. She opened her mouth. 3 words. 3 syllables. 8 letters.
"I hate you."
With a struggled cough, she walked away. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her throat, on fire. She didn't ask for help. But she didn't look back. She never looked back.
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