Keep me Sane N.H.

4

Monday and Tuesday went by pretty fast. I barely saw those three she-devils. But when I did, I made sure I only saw them in a few split seconds. I tried my best to avoid them. I hid when I saw them. I barely get the chance to get in my locker so I decided not to use it anymore, instead I'm taking my books home. Which is not really practical but better than being bullied and hurt.

Self-defence, I needed to learn some moves to protect myself. I don't want to be hurt anymore.

It's Wednesday today and I was planning to go to the library after school, but going to the school library would be too risky. I arrived at the library -unhurt-, I quickly got some novels to read, I wanted to search up some self-defence moves on the computer but the internet didn't work today in almost the whole neighbourhood, including my home so I searched some books about it and sat down in between a book aisle in the back. I place the novels next to me and open a self-defence book.

I read that the eyes, nose, neck and knees are sensitive and easy places where you can attack your opponent and how you can twist their wrist.

I look at my mobile to see if I had a text message because it vibrated, it is an unknown number.

From unknown nr: "Hey there little girl." I gasp quietly and immediately know who's texting me. I don't know how she got my number but she did. Nobody has it or even cares to ask for it. My heart is racing like a ticking time bomb. I ignore the text and lock my mobile but I receive another text.

From unknown nr: "You know what I learned today? That you've got a hell of a sexy brother."

I roll my eyes at the text. I'm gonna vomit, shut up. Stop texting me.

From unknown nr: "And also that you go to therapy."

Oh no, how does she know? Has she been watching me? My breath is uneven, I don't know what I have to do. I'm panicking. I stand up and gather my books. I run outside the library towards my house that's two blocks away.

From unknown nr: "You know, you belong there."

She can't do this to me. She's going to drive me fucking insane with her torture. Out of all the people she picks on, she chose me. She's making me fucking insane. I groan and tuck at my hair in frustration.

From unknown nr: "You belong there psycho, wait 'till I see you and reconstruct your pretty little face. Not that anyone cares, I bet not even your parents care."

It's that she's right. My parents may put on this facade with me and everyone else, but it's obvious it's only so they don't look bad to others.

My mind still lingers on how does she knows that I go to therapy. Unless she has to go there too, even though I can't think of a reason why, only her unreal aggressive behavior. Is she stalking me? I hope she isn't following me right now to my house or anywhere else where I go.

When I reach my home I directly throw my backpack and books in my room and head to the bathroom. I got really warm from running here, even though it's January. I discard my clothes and quickly get into the shower. When I'm done and putting my bra and panties on I get another text.

From unknown nr: "You know I'm right. Go cut your wrists and thighs open now."

I can picture she's laughing right now. Why is she doing this to me? I did nothing wrong to her.

I look in the mirror and see someone I no longer recognize because the girl who battled, who fought so hard to not damage herself, was no longer there. The girl who looks right back at me is crying with fear. . I wipe my wet cheeks with the back of my hand and tuck at my hair again when I see that my mobile screen is filling with tons of texts messages saying "Cut."