Repairing Our Relationship

31

(What am I doing with this chapter-)

~A few weeks pass~

NK POV

Life is the worst.

No one likes me.

Everyone hates me.

Everyone wants me dead.

Everyone wishes I never existed.

Everything is so bad to the point that whenever my friends talk to me or try to help me I just hear insults. Countless insults engraved into my brain by the countries around the world.

I'm getting bullied by everyone and think my friends secretly hate me.

Yay.

Recently, I've been thinking about what would happen if I died. Would anyone care? Would anyone go to the funeral? What if no one even plans my funeral?

Whatever. It wouldn't be a surprise if the answer to all that is no.

I was in one of the bathrooms in the school. I had locked myself in the very last stall so I could cry my eyes out in peace. I don't know how long I've been here, and I frankly don't care. The longer I'm away from everyone the better.

I eventually heard the bathroom door open. I put my hand over my mouth to stop any cries from coming out and alerting the person I was here. I sat completely still to not make any noise.

"North Korea?" The person gently called.

What the..? Why are they calling for me? They sound like they mean no harm... No, they're gonna hurt me. They're trying to lure me out and then when the time is right they'll start hurting me. That's how it always goes.

"North Korea, I know you're in here..." The person continued.

No you don't.

"I checked every bathroom in the school if you don't believe me."

Okay, maybe you do.

"W-What..?" I sniffed. "What d-do you w-want..?"

I heard the person walk to the stall I was in. "I'm here to help... Please come out..." The person said gently.

I sniffed. I didn't move from my spot. They could be lying. But they could be telling the truth.

"North, please..."

I silently sighed and stood up. I walked to the stall door and hesitantly unlocked it. I peaked out. Mr. Lucas stood there looking at me worridly.

Great. Now a teacher is worrying about me. Awesome.

"Is everything alright, North Korea?" Mr. Lucas asked gently.

I shook my head slightly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I shrugged.

"Do you want to come out?"

I didn't move. Should I come out? Or should I not? I sat still thinking for a few moments before deciding to come out the stall. I slowly opened the door all the way and stepped out. I stared at the ground as Mr. Lucas took a small step towards me. "Come on, we can talk in the front office." He smiled at me.

I nodded silently and followed him out the bathroom. As we walked down the hall other countries stared and whispered. I threw my hoodie on and pulled on the strings, covering most of my face.

Once we reached the front office, Mr. Lucas opened the door and let me go in first. I went inside and heard him close the door behind him. Mr. Bull was standing there with a few more of the front office workers. "Hello North Korea." He greeted.