Our Own Roller Coaster *ON HIATUS*

[7] I DON'T WANNA BE THE BYSTANDERS

ALEXA'S POV:

"You're going to make it worse."

I heard her whisper beside me.

"What?"

She looked at me. Her eyes filled with overwhelmed emotions.

"You're going to make it worse. The beatings, the bullies, all of it. Once you're out of my sight, they'll come back in any second."

"Then I'll be in your sight."

She shakes her head and looked away, shaking. She looked back at me with her dull brown eyes. I stopped, looking at her straight at those eyes. They have lost it, all of it.

Hope.

Light.

Everything.

"How long?" My voice cracked a bit.

"5 years."

I clenched my fists.

"Does anyone knows?"

"No."

I locked my jaw.

"Not even family?Teachers?"

"Family? No. Teachers? They knew. They choose to ignore." She answered in a surprisingly calm tone.

I gritted my teeth.

Taking a deep breath I walked to one of the lockers. I can feel her stare at the back of my head. I raised my hand slowly, and punch the locker with all my might, letting all the anger out through the punch. Sorry, random person's locker, I had to.

She flinched, looking at me with confusion in her eyes.

"Why'd you do that?"

"I bet that's the question you've been asking those bullies." I stated coldly. Mad at the bullies. Mad at the teachers. And mostly mad at this whole school for letting a broken girl, bullied. The thought make me clench my fists again.

I stared at the girl. Not with simpathy, not with sad, but with proud eyes. Proud for she is a very strong girl bearing all the bullies. She stayed quite, looking down. I grabbed her shoulders and looked at her in the eyes. She flinched a bit but I don't if it's because of my hold or strong gaze.

"YOU. DON'T. DESERVE. THOSE."

She looked back at me pushing my hand away. She scoffed.

"I've been telling myself that for 5 years. 5 FREAKING YEARS!! Do you know how hurt it is to keep saying to yourself. It's ok. Everything is going to be fine. It'll stop. When it's really NOT!! 5 YEARS. 5 years I've been keeping it to myself. Keeping all the pain to myself. I did nothing wrong yet here I am, all bruised, beaten and broken. And you think you can come in my life and simply said I don't deserve this??! BULLSHIT!!"

Then she breaks down. She slides down the wall,knees up with her face in it.

I get down next to her. Holding her shoulder letting her leaned into me. I wanted her to let it out. All the pain she's been keeping in. It's a good thing that the hallway is empty, all the students are in the class. Having no idea about this broken girl.

"Shh. Let it out. It's okay to look vulnerable sometimes. It's okay. I'm here for you."

"Why? Why are you guys willing to help me?? You know they can come to you too, right?"

"I don't care. I'm good at fighting. Don't you see how I beat up those guys?? They're going to regret it if they ever come after me and my brothers. And now that you're with me, I'll make sure to not let them lay a finger on you. I promise. And for your first question ,I guess I just don't want to be bystanders. Only the weaklings would watch. And me and my brothers certainly don't wanna be weaklings."

After a few minutes, she stopped, chuckling a bit making me crunch my eyebrows looking at her questionally.

"Why're you laughing?"

"I don't know. Happy I guess." She shrugged.

I gave her a soft smile. The one I rarely gave to random people.

"What's your name?" She asked with a sheepish smile.