One Shot Stories

Comfort Room

"Why did they call this comfort room?" I asked the janitor. I always saw him, cleaning only this part of school.

"Because, it is where the people with problems like anxiety, stress and depression find the real comfort. Here, they can only be themselves." He said with a glimpse of longingly in his voice

I nodded twice and walked inside the room, hoping it will comfort me somehow. No. I just felt lonely, so much whys in mind. I sighed when I saw the whole room at the big mirror.

"Are you guys more comfortable there? I won't judge you. I also want to be with you but I can't. My mom loves me. She will cry. I don't want her sad"

I smiled at the upper part of the mirror and entered one of the cubicles. I sat on the bowl to pee. I closed my eyes to feel someone's touch on my forehead.

"I'll be okay" I said and leave the room.

Outside, I saw the janitor. He stopped mapping and looked at me with smile on his face.

"Did you see her? What did she say?" he asked

"She wants me to stay with her like I usually do three years ago. I refused. But she's not mad anymore. She got a new friend there. I'm happy for her" I said as a tear dropped on my cheek.

"Her new friend is so kind and smart. She'll not get bored now. I wonder why people hates the girl. She's so precious. She doesn't deserve being bullied. They are so cruel" his smile fades

"They really are" I agreed

"Hey, what are you doing here? Isn't this comfort room not allowed to use anymore?" one of my classmates tapped my shoulder

"And who are you talking at? You're being creepy again! You're pretty like us. You'll be ugly" I wiped my tears first before I turned to face them

"Other comfort room aren't that near. I needed to pee." The girls at the back rolled their eyes while who's in front, nodded and looked at the room I got in earlier.

"The girl who suicides there last week deserves it. She's so poor and attention seeker. I don't want her talking big mouth when she explains too much about the topic. That's good for her, be with the bitch who also killed herself there three years ago. They have the same level. Gross" she said full of disgust on her face.

I gulped. Stopping myself, pulling out the knife in my bag to stab her neck and hang it inside the comfort room like how my best friend and the pity girl did to themselves.

"I'll laugh hard when the father of last bitch will come here any minute now to suicide too" and then they laugh—it's sounds more like a giggle. Who's the bitch? Who's the whore? Who's gross?

I put my hand inside my bag and held the knife. My blood's boiling. I closed my eyes to ready myself. I'll kill these devils!

"Don't. Your Mom's loves you..." I heard a whisper in my ear