Pitfalls of Bullying

She bellowed in agony, pounding hysterically at the marble floor. The Tears were streaming, rolling down her cheeks rapidly, onto her neck and then hitting the floor.

Your very being is mistake, you know their cruel words repeatedly resonated in her bellow mind.

You're just another side effect of the process of nature to increase the population in this world; just another side effect

She pulled her eyes clenched.

"You don't belong here, rather you don't belong anywhere" She remembered each and every word they had said , their words carved into her heart, and which each new sit, her heart had bled, until it was shattered irrevocably to tiny pieces.

She had been bearing this for months now each time bitting back her tears as they ruthlessly bullied her, laughed mockingly, gesturing towards her lifeless legs which forced her to attach to a wheel chair for cues. Her disability wasn't her fault! It was God's decision, gift inherited by her from her unfortunate family. She hated it, hated her family, despised her own self and detested those legs that made her a permanent outcast, that did not leave her mingle with the other. But now, she had reached her limit. It was enough. She was no more able to bear-those taunts, to see pity in others, eyes for herself. Still sobbing violently, her heart and mind collaborated in making a final resolution. She'd lived a worthless life, who fought their disability, she ran away form it, wanted to leave it somewhere far behind and that was what she decided now. Having lived a useless 17 years, she thought to finally bringing an end to it. As their remarks still ruined around her mind, she helped to the detestable despicable Wheelchair and rode towards her dressing drawer. Only once did she look at her reflection, only to find lifeless dull hollow sockets staring back at her, embedded into a bony pale structure with a mask sticking to it , that might once had been her façade, but now portrayed the shattered state of her heart. Rummaging through the contents of her drawer, she finally got hold of the blade and gazed at it, a small corner of her mind rethinking. Yet, as the haunting voices echoed in her mind, boiling anger and helplessness took over her, and at once she did the object over the protruding veins of her right arm and with one swift motion, her escape was there. A large gash opened, and crimson liquid swiftly poured out. The pain was over powered by her stinging heart and what felt like forever, she smiled slightly, finally seeing her escape from his world, from the cruelty and savourness of this world, to a world where there was no bullying , no hurt , no pain , just silence and serenity.