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I hesitantly opened my locker, noticed the familiar yellow post it with the familiar handwriting.
I let out a silent scream as I shakily pull out the post it, reading it with teary eyes.
'TODAY, the rooftop at 1;00pm'
I shook my head vigorously, already feeling the wounds from the last time. It hadn't even been a whole week. Couldn't they let me rest?
Nobody saw the crying me in the corridors, in the classes. Nobody heard my begs and sobs. Nobody cared for a nobody like me.
I closed my eyes in pain as I realised that the clock already was 12:30pm. It was just thirty minutes left until the unpleasant meeting.
I was really late today. I didn't want to wake up, or more specifically said, didn't want to go up. I was awake, couldn't fall asleep. But mom forced me to school, telling me that I had English today and needed to get myself together.
Only if she knew. I sighed as I went towards the art classroom, since my subject right now was art.
The corridors were empty and it didn't feel as suffocating. I reached the big white door with the tag
'Art'
on it as a small smile showed up on my face. I opened the door and met my teacher's disappointing expression. He already gave up on me.
I gave up on him. He told me to study, to draw, he kept comforting me. But he saw them treating me like I was a piece of shit. He couldn't care less. He literally comforted me since he would get a higher allowance if I bragged about him.
He was the disappointing one. I cut of our eye contact as I silently passed the curious and happy kids. They were so youthful and happy. So insecure, so immature.
I searched for my map with my recent drawing in it but couldn't see it. I desperately searched for it between the others but couldn't find it.
"mr.jeon? what are you searching for?"
I mentally just punched my teacher as I glanced at him tiredly, not answering his question. I never did.
"your map?"
My eyes widened a little as an amused left his coffee scented mouth. He leaned backwards on his chair as he smiled.
"your friends took it."
my.friends.took.it? He knew better than anybody that I had no friends and that I never wanted people to touch my map. The teasing expression on his face left my confused.
And then it hit me. They took it. I looked at the clock in disbelief as the teacher shamelessly told me it was five minutes left of the lesson. Obviously knowing that when the clock was one, I had the meeting.
I just didn't have the courage to ask him why he was doing this to me. Why he took the other's side. Why he liked this. Why he helped them with the bullying. I just already lost my faith in everyone. So why would he be different?
I as usual, left the room silently, took silent steps up, passing the hunting laughs, passing stares that showed nothing but boredom.
I reached the rooftop as I felt like breaking down. I couldn't. My wounds hurt. My legs were like jelly. Wiggly as fuck. My brain was shaking inside me as my heart was beating fast.
Suddenly the door in front of me opened and I met the grins of the ten of them. Their eyes piercing through me, already undressing me and harassing me in all ways possible.
My pleasing eyes made their leader laugh as he gestured them to push me in. And I was pushed out on the rooftop and kicked down on my legs as one of them stepped on my feet while the other one held my arms behind me, leaving me totally defenceless.
Tears escaped my eyes as he showed my the drawing I was working on. I saw my mom's beautiful smile in the drawing as I cried out a mom.
He just nodded as two others pulled out scissors and they started to cut my mom's face into pieces, leaving me yelling and trying to yank myself out of their arms.
They cut through the only healed heart I had left. My paper heart.
My dead mom.
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sixth chapter! Oh shit this is just so painful to write. But yea, jungkookie made his entrance as a victim :( Curse at me if you want to :/
