The Dutch Girl

(Y/N)'s POV

I walked slowly through the school, being scared for what may comes. I just got a feeling that today will be different, everything will be worse. I don't feel safe at this school, I never felt safe since I moved here. You know that feeling that you always feel.. different from other people? Well that's me. I'm just a typical Dutch girl who moved to Ireland. They probably don't like Dutch girls... or it's just me. Because what is typical Dutch? I don't even know, but they don't seem to like it. They bully me every single day, they made moving to Ireland an hell. I have only been here for a few weeks, but they already hate me.

I look around the corner and see one of the biggest bullies of the school chatting with each other.

I WON'T PASS.

They will make fun of my clothes and other stuff like that. The boys and girls at my school back in Holland always liked my style very much. My best friend Dewi always told me she was jealous of me, because of the way how confident I wore my clothes. I never cared when people watched me, checked me out. I didn't even know why they did, because they liked it, disliked it, I don't know. Or maybe they thought I was a weirdo, probably.

I kept looking at them, hoping they would walk away very soon. I have an appointment in a few minutes, so hurry up!

I saw how they were laughing and having fun, but I wasn't having anything close to that.

I got my phone out of my pocket to check the time, which made something fall out of my pocket.

Shit, I'm fucked.

I saw them looking in my direction. I looked at them with wide-eyes and made sure I immediately run away from them. I heard how they followed me close behind. I should go to the gym sometime, maybe then my legs are able to carry me properly.

"Stay still you f*cking B*tch!! Spying on us, huh?! You are going to regret this!!" I heard someone screaming at me. I felt how my legs got really sore after some minutes and that is when I felt someone grabbing my arm. The person made me turn around and I immediately locked eyes with David who shouted at me just some minutes ago. I'm breathing heavily and my heart was beating really fast. Everything inside of me was going crazy, in a bad way. Three pairs of eyes were looking really angry at me.

"What the hell did you think you were doing?!" he said.

"Ik was aan het kijken naar jullie klootzakken die mij het leven zuur hebben gemaakt in een paar weken!" I said swearing. ("I was looking at you assholes who destroyed my life in just a couple of weeks!")

Sometimes it's pretty handy that nobody understands what you're saying.

"Talk f*cking English to me!!" he said angry, slapping my cheek afterwards.

Okay, maybe it's not that handy...

I didn't dare to say anything more. They made me go numb and I lost all my confidence... for what is left of it.

Because I didn't say anything, they became even more angry, and that was when I could feel a punch in my stomach which caused me to fall to the floor. I felt how they hit my legs and also how my tears well up in my eyes. I never cry in front of anyone, but they are hurting my body so badly that it is very hard to hold them back. It is like a fire is lighting up inside of me. It's like I can feel how every single cell is slowly burning away in me.

"Go back to Holland (Y/N), we don't like you here! Oh wait, they don't like you there either, why would you be here then, right?" Richard said angry to me. The stupid thing is that I believe him. The longer they are beating my body, the more I think they hate me, that I'm not worth living.