I stood there, shocked, looking at the papers flying all around me. There was probably a ridiculous look of awe plastered on my face. I looked around, as the quickly swarming crowd started throwing papers and laughing at me. This is bad, very bad. I always have my diary in my bag. How did they find it? What is happening? No one was supposed to know about my life. I get bullied enough. This will worsen situations.
"Whore!" People started shouting, looks of pure malice and sadism on their faces as they laughed at my struggling.
My heart started racing and it was so loud that I could feel it in my throat. My head started spinning and could hear the taunts and cruel words of the crowd no longer. I was frozen in my place feeling numb. I could not move my legs. I wanted to run away but my body was paralyzed, rooted to the spot.
"She is the bitch! I always told you." One boy shoves his friend.
No. I am not. It wasn't my fault.
I wanted to scream.
"No! I am Not!!!" I shouted, the one boy's phrase bringing me back to my senses. A couple of people stopped to listen, but most people barely acknowledged my cry.
My eyes were are already wet. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks and I saw a body moving towards me. He wiped off my tears, and I was too shocked to push him away. Adrian?
"STOP IT!" He growled to the crowd. The corridor went so silent that you could hear a pin drop, and papers stopped flying. Everyone was obeying him. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me towards his chest, which was supposed be a comforting move, but it frightened me more.
Will came running towards us and grabbed my arm, hateful words on his lips.
"He has always been there for you. In every single trouble you went through. And you still don't stay with him? You have been playing with him all these days and I stood there watching you ruin my friend's life. But not anymore!" With that he tried to grab me away and throw me to the wall but before he could do that Adrien caught Will's collar and pushed him away.
"Best friends are fighting because of her."
"She has always been awful to Adrian."
"She doesn't deserve anyone's love."
"She isn't worth crap."
A billion awful murmurs fill the corridor once more.
This mess has to stop. I did not make any mistake. This bullying has to stop. I can stop this shit.
"Enough!" I shouted.
Everyone stopped, including Adrian and Will who were punching each other. I supposed they were surprised I had a voice.
"I did no mistake and I am not a whore. Being a rape victim doesn't make you a whore!" I screech at the top of my lungs.
"And you," I point towards Adrian "Stop the drama you have been causing. Only you knew that I have my personal diary in my bag. You created the whole scene just to put all the blame on me about our broken relationship and to get pity from people." Tears are streaming from my eyes but I don't stop.
"Well, your plan is all down, now. What are you going to do now, huh? Break my limbs? Rape again and again as you have been doing? You are finished, Adrian!" I cried.
Everyone started whispering about Adrian, but this time with the word "rapist". His face was now filled with shame and anger, as he looks around at the crowd.
His face softened, but it still looked forced as he stepped towards me saying "Baby, what are you talking about?" Adrien whispered, trying to win everyone back.
"Don't come near me!" I shouted, recoiling into someone standing behind me, before lurching myself away.
We heard the bell ring and everyone dispersed to attend the next class, whispering about the scene that they just watched firsthand.
Now only Adrian, Will and I were left in the hallway.
Adrian and Will were clenching their fists controlling, looking just about ready to attack me with their fists. I begin to shake, but I don't back down.
"Stop messing up with my life, Adrian. And you'd better tell your best friend the same." With that, I turned on my heel and scurried to my next class, praying they wouldn't follow.
My whole day went peacefully after that. I heard rumours that I had kicked Adrian today and I had a trip to the police station and other ridiculous accusations. It is the rule of colleges. To create stories from others' lives and publish them by mouth. But I no longer care. It is my life. We cannot please everyone.
I feel more peaceful and light, now. I got into the bus heading home, taking a window seat. I watched the city rush past me, the buildings and houses catching my eye and making me tired. I was feeling free but I also knew that things wouldn't stop there. I have to end everything from where it started. I have to make a new start to end the old story.
I will no more be unattractive, ugly, awful.
If they are calling me a bitch. I will show them what a bitch is like.
I reached home hopping onto the pavement, feeling proud of myself for finally speaking up for what I believe in and what I deserve.
I feel like eating fried chicken now. And watching some movies.
"I am home, mom!" I call out as I step through the door.
"Hello there. Wait a minute. What is the matter? You look cheerful!" Mom exclaimed, talking quickly.
"Oh yes! I am! Mom, could you please make fried chicken for me? I am really hungry!" I requested sweetly with my puppy eyes.
"Don't give me that look! I will prepare it for you, but don't get used to it." she laughed with a mocking sternness in her voice.
I freshened myself up and slipped into my pajamas. I started looking for a good movie, pausing on the different channels for the descriptions. I chose World war Z and started watching it having my fried chicken with a Coca Cola.
I completed the movie in an hour by skipping all the zombie moments, still slightly nervous. I know I am stupid, but I am curious too about the thrillers and horrors, I just like to know the story line, without terrifying myself.
I opened my eyes only to learn that I had fallen asleep. It was only five in the morning when I finally hoisted myself up and headed to the kitchen for a drink. I saw mom and dad arguing quietly in the hallway, trying not to wake me up.
They promised me that they won't fight. What is wrong with them? Why would they promise me something like that if they weren't going to keep it?
"Mom? Dad?" I said shakily to let them know that I was there.
"Vero" Dad started, a look of guilt flashing in his eyes.
They were scared to see me. They did not want me to know that things are not working out between them.
I love them. I want my parents to be together. I want my family to be happy family just like others. But of course that is not happening.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"I am not happy with your Dad." Mom said, tears in her eyes.
Dad glared at her, "I regret our marriage"
I was lost for words, and Mom was hurt too. I couldn't believe it!
Then, again, the fight started. This time more loud which made my little brother wake up and he came running to the kitchen only to see our parents fight. He was disappointed. He is just sixteen and he doesn't deserve to have to watch this through everything that he probably has going on in his life. Though he is in his teens I still consider him to be my baby brother. I am already disturbed because of the abnormal environment of my family. I won't let same happen to my brother.
This was it. They cannot mess their own lives up and leave their children nowhere. I cannot keep on letting people hurt me. Neither my family nor my college. Their fights will make my grades slip. They will make me ill, one way or another.
"Why don't you both divorce?!!" I yelled, frustrated with everything, before dragging my brother away from the drama.
I will not let ANYONE mess up my life and I will protect my brother from every sorrow on this earth.
I will not take the pain anymore.
I make my way to my room, dropping Bob, my brother, off outside his room which was next to mine, and slam the door without a single word.
I realised that I need to get ready, after a few hours of lying around feeling sorry for myself. I need to show my face and newfound confidence.
I applied dark eye make up that gave me a bold look. I felt confident. I took out a black dress that showed off my curves and exposed the skin of my body as required, without looking too provocative. I had my hair made up into messy bun and a nude lip colour on my lips.
I was now ready.
To show what a bitch is like.
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