Face stained with tears,
she struggled to get out of their grasp,
as more and more blows came at her.
They kicked her,
slapped her,
pulled her hair violently.
But all she could do was let them
terrorize her.
She was all but too weak,
to fight back,
to stand up for herself.
Bloody nose,
Swollen eyes,
Bruised cheeks,
Red scratches all over her body.
And she couldn't take it any longer.
For all she knew,
maybe she would die,
right then,
like she always wanted to.
Maybe in her next life,
she would be luckier.
They hurled her across the small alley and she rammed into the wall with a loud thud.
"Bitch." The blonde girl snarled as she spat at the girl who was sprawled on the floor.
Seeing as her victim was already passed out, she saw no need to continue.
"Lets go." She beckoned to her gang of friends as they turned and disappeared into the shadows.
She had not passed out, but was definitely going to.
Hot tears sprang to her eyes.
She couldn't feel her whole body.
Everything was numb,
And she couldn't move a limb.
Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps
and for a while,
she was afraid that they were back,
so she cowered in the shadows
..
A person stopped in front of her,
and all she could see was the person's shoes,
her heart accelerated as she noticed that it belonged to a boy.
The boy kneeled down next to her and used a hesitant hand to brush her hair out of her face.
Realising that she was still alive and looking right back at him, he heaved a sigh of relief.
The girl knew who he was.
Mark Tuan,
popular among girls,
mainly because of his good looks and charming personality.
They were table-mates but hardly communicated at all.
Both of them were relatively quiet and only talked to each other during group projects.
But to her, he was a nice table-mate,
often helping her pick up her stationery if she had accidentally dropped them,
or teaching her the solutions to brain-wrecking math problems.
She could understand why everyone liked him,
even she herself may have a crush on him,
but just a little.
"Are you okay?" He asked, eyes filled with worry.
She couldn't find the strength to speak,
especially after knowing that her voice would be hoarse and croaky if she did.
So she just groaned in response.
"Great. Um well you look like you are in a really bad shape so i will bring you to clean up your wounds okay? If you're alright with it, i will carry you." He soothed.
But without even waiting for the girl's reply, he scooped her up gently into his arms.
She was never so close to him before,
her face was pressed to his shoulder and she could smell his cologne.
She was extremely embarrassed.
He must have thought that she was such a weakling,
a failure,
for letting others beat her up.
Letting her tears slip down her cheeks once again, she sobbed into his shoulder.
It wasn't tears of sadness, nor was it because she was afraid,
it was tears of deep embarrassment.
What she didn't know was,
the boy was fully aware that she was crying.
..
"Its okay." He whispered comfortingly into her ear.
