No Stranger to Heartbreak

Prologue

This typically long, extensive way to school is ostensibly tiresome. As a matter of fact, I needed to leave the house as early as 6:00 A.M. this morning to be just on time for my first day of senior year. My going-to-school routine was far different from this when I was in high school through the first half of college. In factuality, we just recently moved in to the far side of town three weeks ago, and I formerly used to ride my bike before then, until Unkar Plutt decided to sell it in exchange for five hundred bucks, in which he worthlessly spent on nothing but three loads of beer stock for him to drink the following night.

That crazy, old man is extremely horrible. I could tell that he's a dickhead or something like that for always being drunk every night, and for rather being violent sometimes. Yes, violent. When I was just this young, delicate, little girl wearing three small buns on her head everyday, — up to now, apparently — my parents abandoned me like trash, leaving me alone with him for the rest of my life. But, as I grew up, Unkar didn't give a crap about me at all. Instead, he treated me unfairly, unlike what I was hoping for. I became his personal slave, coerced to do each and every one of his demands. It was completely compulsive and against my will, but, what else can I do? For once, I held my moral imperatives in defiance, wherein I became rebellious and unbridled, despite that it was crucial. And yet, of course, it pissed him off; his blood helplessly boiling with rage. He then began to beat me up, for he definitely wouldn't let me get away with it. Although I tried to defend myself, I failed. He didn't relinquish his control of me, knocking me down unconsciously to the floor. Until the following morning, I found that I was in pain, with several awful bruises anywhere around my frail body. I've paid my devoirs to him before then, but that's just it. And now... welp, thanks to him, I have no doubts that this interminably tedious one-hour walk would explicitly kill my feet all throughout the rest of my days in college. It's barely even the beginning of the school year, but nevertheless, I'm sick of it already.

However, nothing's going to be much sicker than having to frequently deal with this one abhorrent, reprehensible, and abominable person I knew.

***

One Year Ago

The room was pretty quiet and still —each breath suspended in the atmosphere surrounding them. A small, cool breeze blows in, tickling the edge of her jaw, with her ear catching the crinkle of pages turning in the silence; as well as the students' ensuing attempt to shut their handouts, albeit having the disposal to read it as a requirement for the semester. Overwhelmed by boredom, Rey glances down at her copy whilst she sat patiently in her place, curling the bottom edge of her paper with her thumb as she forbearingly waits, wondering how many more minutes are left for class to layoff.

In a glimpse of an instance, she was capable of overhearing various mutters and undertones here and there. Her eyes meandered across the room, where she was able to notice that everyone around her were eyeing her with scrutiny, with their phones in their hands.

"Cellphones are strictly prohibited during class hours!" proclaimed the professor.

She was already burning with curiosity. Her thoughts and speculations were venturing to circulate in her head, yet be that as it may, she remained heedless of it. When all was said and done, the bell rang in occurrence. Rey then seized her way out of the room the minute they were dismissed. As she ambled down the halls, she cluelessly came to descry that everybody else all over the place who's apt to cross her path were doing the exact, same thing she has observed a few minutes ago in class. The moment she reached her locker to pick up a few things for her succeeding classes, her friend, Finn, happens to approach her.