Bullied / Phan

Chapter 3

A month goes. The bullying gets worse. Every single day. Everyone refuse to talk to me. Or even just look at me... Unless they want to be mean of course.

At home things isn't good either. Mum is only getting worse. She completely stopped trying. 

Dad is heartbroken but keeps on with his work. Since it's at the hospital he sees mum a lot more than me. 

I walk into the classroom with heavy steps. I don't pay attention to the class. And I don't pay attention to the man bursting into the class in the middle of everything. 

"Daniel James Howell?" I look at him as he says my name. "It's your mum. She's dead"

My world is falling apart. I can't move. I wanna scream, but I can't even lift a finger. He says more to me but I can't hear it. I can't feel my body. My senses just goes off.

I knew this would happen, and I knew it would happen soon. But it's still a shock. 

Someone pulls in my arm and I can sense my dad's voice in the background, pulling me back to reality. We go to the hospital without saying a word to each other. 

As we enter the room the smell of my mum's perfume hits me. And right there, on the bed. She's right there. But she's not. She's not right there. She's gone. Forever. I will never get her back. 

I can't go closer to the bed. I'm just standing frozen on this tiny spot. She's gone. 

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The funeral is not worth talking about. I didn't even go to the thing after. 

And now... It's just darkness. And school starts today, just to make everything better.

I open the heavy doors only waiting for whatever is gonna happen. 

The hallways seems more dark than normal. Not that I care.

"Couldn't your mum handle you anymore?" My heart is beginning to beat faster. 

"I would also go and die if I was in family with him" 

"It's your fault" What if they're right? What if it's my fault she died? 

"It should have been you" Phil's voice hits my ears. "Don't fool yourself. You know it as much as the rest of us. It would've been better if you died." He's right. "The world is a better place without you." I look up and my eyes meet Phil's. How can they be so beautiful but yet show so much evil. 

"Where is your normal little answer?" I look at the ground. I don't care about anything anymore. But I do care. I care so much.