A twist in a twist

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Chp 3. Cont. #3

At times like this I wish I knew how to drive.
But who was I kidding?
Me drive?
Not after that accident.

So now I just walk everywhere or catch the bus. But the stupid bus doesn’t come near my way. The school is only a few blocks away so it’s not to bad except when it is this fucking windy!

I ran after the piece of paper I was holding in my hands. Stupid wind, first it was the stupid bird and now this.

I finally caught up to the stupid piece of paper. It wasn’t on the ground or on a fence. In fact, someone was holding it out for me. I looked up to see who was holding the paper. My eyes blew opened in surprised and I moved back a few steps.

I was in shock to say the least. Sweat began to form on my forehead, my heart started to beat faster and my mind was telling me to ‘run.’ I moved back a few more steps but that didn’t turn out as plan. I lost my footing and fell over as I was moving back onto my ass. There was a small chuckle from the person towering over me.

I was on the verge of tears. My eyes started to water and my eyesight began to get blurry. He put his hand out to help me up but I brushed it away.

“Leave me alone,” and I grabbed my back pack and ran down the street. Luckily I remembered to grab my bag. I definitely don’t want him to find anything in it to blackmail me.

Only when I turned the second corner I realised that I hadn’t gotten the piece of paper back. I mentally swore at myself. Now I’m going to have to tell the teacher that my dog ate my homework. I chuckled inside. Like anyone was going to believe that.

I arrived to school with about ten minutes until the start of homegroup. Realising I had a bit of time left I made a detour to the mens room to relieve myself and of course all the stress of the morning. Bird, paper then him. My day definitely couldn’t get any worst.

It’s weird when you think about it. When I didn’t see him, I got confused and wondered why he didn’t bully me but then when I didn’t see him my inner mindset as a victim kicks in and I run a kilometre as far away as possible.

As I was finishing up, zipping up my pants and turning to wash my hands I saw a not so wanted person walk out of the cubicle from the corner of my eyes. He noticed me as well, our eyes met.

After what seemed like an eternity I broke the stare and made a move towards the door. He did as well. I stopped. He did as well.

Now I was really scared. He was ten times bigger than me, he could knock me out in a second. He could knock me out the same way Alam did. I was so often knocked out and bruised that the doctors knew me all to well at the local hospital in my old town.

We locked eyes again. Staring.

His blue eyes looking at me felt like a knife stabbing through my soul. It was harsh, cold but somehow warm at the same time. I looked down. Probably not the best thing to do when you’re having a stand off with a bully but I was terrified, I hoped he wouldn’t hurt me too much.

I heard a shuffle of feet and I was preparing for the worst. The feet got closer. And closer. And closer.

I expected to see the ceiling any moment, my back on the cold tiled floors and my nose broken. We definitely had some contact but it wasn’t the contact that I had anticipated nor even dreamed off. I was expecting at least a bruise to come out of today’s meeting but all I got was a bump.

It isn’t even a bump that you would expect. He just walked behind me bumped into me was he reached for the washbasin.

Ah, my head hurts so much. Why doesn’t he just hit me already? The room around me started to spin, my eyes started to see double and I began to fad in and fad out.

My brain felt as if a million needles were being pushed in slowly to see how much pain I could tolerate. I can tell you now; it isn’t a lot. I don’t just go to the hospital because of bruising and knockouts. I have mental problems. My mind is unstable.

What I expect isn’t what is happening. My mind cannot and probably refuses to comprehend the fact that things are not how they seem. I like order, I am messy. But I like routine things.

Every day, I wake up then I talk to mum. Eat breakfast then go to school. Have classes and then get bullied. Go home; feel sorry for my self and cry on my mum’s shoulders. After that I would go to bed. It was a cycle, but it was my cycle. Now that something within this very unstable cycle is missing my head goes into turmoil. I simply do not understand.

He was still washing his hands.

I got angry. He must realised I’m screwed up in the head. This is his way of getting to me. He must have realised that punches and bruises can only affect you so far. But, messing with someone’s brain takes it to a whole new level.

I screamed out loud.

I turned to him. He had stopped washing his hands but the water was still running. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his reflection in the mirror. Was that shock I see, did he feel sorry for me?

No!
No! It cannot be, he must be playing with my head again. He is trying to get to me.

“Why don’t you just hit me already you prick? Why do you have to keep messing with my head?” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“I don’t care if you hit me, spit on me or steal stuff from me. Don’t get into my head,” I yelled.

I could feel tears coming up, tears forming. Second time today. Must be a record.
I was disgusted at myself, him and everybody around me. All I ever wanted was a normal life; my brain was messed up enough, I didn’t need him screwing with me. I like confinement and solidarity. I like things in order. I wished mum would just let me get a job. I don’t know, maybe a IT programmer or something. Anything must be better than what I was feeling at the moment.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears had finally escaped their hiding spot and starting flowing down the side of my cheeks. I feel to my knees, anger, hatred and disgust were mixed in with the tears.

“Please, don’t mess with my brain. Please don’t.” I sobbed.

To be continued.

 

I haven't forgotten about this project of mine. I endeavour to finish it. However, university life has over taken my personal life and I haven't found the time nor energy to finish this story. I will finish it. That is a writer's promise to you as the reader. It is always in the back of my mind.

 

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Okay, so I've finally gotten out under the rock. i shall post a new chapter very soon. I promise. 

 

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