Sanity

Chapter Three

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If ever I wanted anyone to talk with, my mother would always tell me "It's a waste of time as the only person you have in this world is yourself and you need to accept that or else you'll grow up and end up like me!" This was in my early life when she was just like a normal mother then she realised the type of daughter she brought up and felt the need to drink her sorrow and despair away! But I took her advice and learned to accept it. I am still locked in the bathroom and I don't have much time left until they come looking for me. I heard a light tap on the door so I heaved myself up off of the floor and opened it. I expected to see a staff member but I didn't I seen him instead. The bitch that tripped me! I was so tempted to slam the door in his face and tell him to get lost but I don't think it would get me anywhere! I questioned my existence at times like this, constantly wondering why me.

"What do you want now?"

I know I could've just told him straight up to get lost but I was so intrigued by him. He held himself with such confidence, a smirk present on his face most of the time.

"Well I don't want you, I can tell you that!"

I was hurt by that, there was no point in lying. He had such Angel like features, yet his mouth conjured the Devil. I still wondered why he was knocking at the door , there was plenty of bathrooms around, he could've used any! I watched as he backed up, while I exited the bathroom but then once again, the second time today, I came face to face with the floor. I stood up and brushed the imaginary dirt off of me. When I turned around I seen him, with his foot out smirking at me. I felt like killing him, strangling him, I pictured all the possible ways I could inflict pain on him, not one of them seemed appealing, that wasn't me. I never portrayed anger streaks, I didn't have any anger left in me to portray towards others. I knew that by imagining these scenarios was stupid. I just kept quiet as he walked into the bathroom.

"That's what you get for messing with me. Don't try pull a stunt like that again. We clear?"

Who does this arrogant asshole think he is. He wasn't finished, I just got the feeling he wasn't finished, not yet at least. I had never in my life spoke to someone with such vulgar words as I had done to him. I almost wanted to apologise, but I didn't, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I waited until I heard the door locking, in hopes he wouldn't hear me, and I wouldn't get a reaction.

"You stupid, arrogant boy" I didn't bother dashing for the door or trying to make a quick exit, I don't know why, it was idiotic on my part. So I stayed there even when I heard the door unlock and even when I seem him exit the bathroom. I stayed still. I mean I have no fear in anything really, I wasn't ten and he wasn't the bogey man so I had no need to be afraid of him, right? How wrong could I be. He was walking closer yet I was still, not frozen but still. I didn't move, I didn't walk back, I didn't even speak, I just mustered a strong dirty look towards him as hatred filled my veins. It is wrong of me to judge him and I barely know him and this really wasn't a normal emotion for me to be feeling, I was usually timid, prettified to lift my head up. I thought about how it's wrong to judge, but I just wanted to inflict pain on him, that being emotional or physical. So when he reached me I didn't say anything I just raised my hand and slapped him straight across the face. He didn't seem fazed by the hit as he didn't clutch his face or attempt to console himself but he did however look shocked and he tried to mask that emotion by giving me a cold glare. It felt as if his fear was not being able to scare people away by this big tough act he puts on yet we all have fears, only I got rid of mine when I was little. I don't have fears only dreams and wishes, sweet, you think but no, those dreams and wishes are of death and harm to be placed upon me. "Did your mother never tell you not to provoke people who could inflict serious harm on you?" I felt like laughing in his face, because if she did maybe she would have saved me, from myself, or even the monster inside me, but I didn't, instead I raised my hand in an attempt to slap him again but this time he grabbed my wrist and pushed it back down below my side.

"What princess, you think calling me a stupid boy is an insult? You've a lot to learn sweetheart, especially were you're going." Princess. That was all I took from that sentence. I wasn't a princess not even close, my heart fluttered at that, the most my body had responded emotionally in awhile.

"Are you even listening to me?"

I simply shook my head, no of course I wasn't. I was too wrapped up around the fact that he referred to me as a princess.

"Well let me tell you dear, your pretty little face is going to hell."

I didn't think so I had spent my time in hell, with the Devils, that walk amongst us.  I also went to church every Sunday, I went to confession twice a month, I hoped that was enough to take me to heaven. I am so tempted to hit him again, yet I didn't want to as I felt like, in away he didn't deserve to be abused, but who did, I don't know his background, for all I know he could have been abused as a child and yet here I am abusing him. So instead of fighting back I just left him there without a 'goodbye' or a slap. He seemed to be in awe as I turned around to take a quick glance at him, I quickly turned back around and continued walking. I took with me the words of abuse I had given him yet only part of me managed to feel bad and I felt even worse because of that part.

Authors note🎉

Whooooo chapter 3 I hope you enjoy I typed it on my iPod because it edits it for me, kinda! I will warn you it is only slightly edited because I wanted to update today.Well thank you for the 3 reads🎉🎉 Comment and vote if you wish!😁

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