Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 11

Wanna hear your beaaaaating heart tonight.

Happy reading! (:

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Eleven.

Stella's POV

Trauma.

It's basically the precise word which perfectly depicts my condition now. Yeah, I've been so trauma of being abused by everyone. Not every really one literally, but I feel like all people over the world are hating on me. They're abusing me like I'm sort of those wild heartless animals.

I'm tired.

I'm not even being a dramatic queen here but you have to know how it feels to be tortured physically and mentally. I'm a human being who also has a heart. I'm totally same as everyone. I'm a human. I breathe the same air as them. I eat the same foods as them. I grow up as a normal other kid as them.

Then, what's the point of someone abusing nor bullying someone else? I've never caused any problem to them. I've never disturbed their life. So why do they disturb mine instead? Can't they manage their lives before disturbing other's?

Being abused is honestly the worst part I've ever experienced in my entire life. It makes me depressed, stressed and even distracted every time. And sometimes, I often think to do the craziest thing ever so that I could escape from the pains and problems my life causes to me because I know that I wouldn't have to feel the pains and whatsoever anymore after all. I wouldn't have to deal with the obstacles in life. I wouldn't have to drain my tears out like I've done almost everyday. I used to think it's the greatest way of escaping from life. But lately I think, it's not the valid way of escaping. Escaping would actually only make things get worse. Simply, escaping won't make things clear nor better.

Yeah, there are definitely people out there which exactly feels the same way as me. Which also exactly feels the same treatment as me. But you know what? They probably have even the worse treatments in their life. And I should really thank God and be grateful for that. For what He has given to me.

What's the meaning of life without all these obstacles?

With tears streaming down my face, I exit the bar with so much hatred and hurt.

'Stop being a gushy, Stella.' I chant repeatedly to myself as I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly.

Yeah, if only I could rewind the time again so that I would be a kid who has no care of the cruel world.

"Loser!" I hear someone calling me aloud behind, but I don't mind to turn on my heels though. I know who that is really well. I keep walking faster as if nobody calls me out again and again.

An arm grasps my hand tightly, causing it to halt my pace and before I could even register it to my head, I've been turned around only to be faced by a really cocky jerk Dave.

"What?" I burst out angrily, not even bothering the surprise on his face. I don't give a crap about him and whatsoever. All I want to do is just go back home so that I wouldn't have to deal with all these kinds of shits.

If only I could.

"Go back," he demands calmly yet coldly with him burning his eyes into mine.

"What? No!" I refuse him quickly and try to continue walking when he grabs my hand tightly.

"What the hell do you want?!" I really couldn't handle the anger anymore. I totally get lost in it.

"I want you to go back inside or―"