**Trigger Warning!!**
JISUNG:
I walk into the school slowly, glance around, and start sliding across the wall. Apparently someone wants to see me today, and I'm not looking forward to it.
Is she here yet?
No, probably not.
They don't usually show up this early.
Yeah, a psychologist.
Another person to treat me like an alien. To ask me questions I can't answer, ask to pinch me to see if I respond, and so on. I wish I wasn't here on days like this. But my mother hates me and makes me go.
I take a shaky breath, and approach my classroom really early, hoping to avoid her.
Shit.
I walk in, and she's there, sitting on my teachers chair, watching the door. Just like the stalker she is.
"Hello Jisung. Are you going to greet me?" The witch of a woman asks.
No. I shrug.
"That's not an answer, tell me an answer, Jisung."
That bitch smile reminds me of my mother.
I can't! What do you not understand?!
I feel like crying. I raise my hands to form the word "how" in sign language, but she stands up, startling me.
She walks forward, and leans down to look me in the eye. "You will listen to me today. You will talk to me today. You got that?"
And how am I supposed to do that?
I shake my head.
"Come on. To my office."
Shit.
I have no choice but to follow. I stomp along, and Jia watches me. At the same time Minho walks in, sees me, and waves. I plead with my eyes for him to take me out of this situation, but apparently he's stun.
You idiot save me! Please!
But he just smiles, only a small amount of confusion in his eyes. He asks Jia something, and I'm forced to continue walking with the Wicked Witch.
We arrive in her office, and I sit, wishing I was dead. And honestly, that happens a lot whenever I'm around her.
"What's my name, Jisung?"
Pig.
I sign out the name, Mrs Woo.
Whoever married her must not be okay upstairs.
"Say it."
How?
I just stare, waiting for her to understand. She just glares in a lizard-like way, and I cringe back into the soft, orange pillows decorating her couch.
I've spilled so many tears on this couch, into these pillows, and on her floor. All because of her. Why can't I just tell anyone that I need help?
"You're going to speak, okay?"
I shake my head.
No.
"Well that complicates things."
My breathing speeds up.
There's a reason she's called a pshycologist. Because 'psycho's in the word. And that's what she is.
The lights get too bright.
Please leave me alone.
I plead with her with my eyes. She just smirks, her coal black eyes meeting my scared ones in a vicious way, as she begins approaching me.
My chest tightens and my stomach gets sharp shots of pain. Like a thousand tiny bullets getting shot into my stomach.
Her hand lands on my shoulder.
My heart speeds up and tears form in my eyes.
She starts shaking me, her strength surprising me as usual. She knows I can't talk. And if I can't, I won't. She slaps me across the face, the pain stinging sharply.
She smirks, raising her hand again, and I just close my eyes.
Why me?
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A/n:
So yeahhhhhh.
Oops.
Byee.
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