Illusions

Chapter 2 | Bullies

"Get up skank, or stay with your people on the floor." She told me looking over at her friends and bursting into laughter at me, the girl struggling on the ground to collect her books. Kelsey's dark black hair shook around her as she laughed her ass off, I wasn't a fan of her totally fake bitch laugh that apparently boys thought was 'cute'.

I shook with hate as I slowly gathered together my books and made sure my laptop hadn't broken. Thankfully it was only dinged as I stood up slowly with my books and laptop in hand. I pushed my brown hair out of my face, tucking the few loose strands that escaped my ponytail behind my ears.

"Guys maybe she's gonna go and cry again, maybe a little fake panic attack like she always does." They all laughed again, their fake pitched laughed echoing through the hallway as people realised what's going on.

You see the reason Kelsey hates me so much is because one day when we were younger, I was going through a rough patch of depression and anxiety, she had always hated it and thought I lied about it, I paid no mind and only saw the good in her. 

It was only when I realised how much of cunt she was when her new and more popular friends came up with a plan to make me have a panic attack, record it and send it to the whole school, claiming that I was faking it so I could get attention and hopefully get Kelsey in trouble, which I did end up doing. 

But even after that I forced myself to believe that she was still a good person pretending that it didn't happen and that it was all my fault that my depression and anxiety got out of control. So after that I was bullied and ridiculed by that slut for months until Georgina my now best friend whom t the time we had only spoken a handful of times told me to snap out of it, she told me to march right up to that whore and tell her how much of a cunt she is. I did end up doing it and I got a weeks detention and a bunch of therapy sessions with the school councillor, I wasn't happy.

I now know how much of a slut, whore the walking STI is, and I don't talk to her anymore. It still doesn't stop her from treating me like trash every single day and trying to make everyone hate me that little bit more.

"Leave me alone," I told the girls firmly clutching my books closer to me as my arms begun to shake and my throat close up. I gazed through the couple of strands of hair that covered my glowing orbs into the eyes of the girl that has made my life a living hell at this school.

They all turned to me their fake lips jutting out and eyes glaring at me as they watched my wobbly figure. "What did you just say?" Kelsey asked me stunned her eyes boring into mine, she watched me continually wobble on my not sturdy legs that wanted to give way.

"I-I sai-id l-leav-e me al-alone." I spoke trying to put force behind my words and failing miserably, I was getting extremely anxious and I know if I didn't leave soon I'd end up having a panic attack and to have one in the middle of school grounds where everyone can see wasn't ideal.

"I heard you whore! What the fuck do think I'm some sort of 'demon child' like you!" She exclaimed pointing my way in a fit of rage; Kelsey and her friends stared daggers into my eyes making my throat close up more. I found it even more difficult to breathe.

The way she spoke 'demon child' had everyone around us including her little group of friends to chant the words over and over again, the words echoing around the halls, the words forced themselves into my mind as if I was the one saying them.

"Stop it," I whimpered quietly out to no one in particular.

"DEMON CHILD!"