Bully

Crazy.

Weirdo.

Looney.

Freak.

The girl could hear them all perfectly, though she chose to ignore them all. She had been numb for all the words, all the beatings she receives. It was as if all the hurt turned into a void space inside her. There was so much more than the pain that they inflict her, like the constant grumble in her stomach.

"Why aren't you changed yet?" Her swim teacher yelled. She walked in late in the class not ready for a swim. She didn't want to change nor want to attend the class. But she needs to graduate and get far away.

"I'll...change," the girl mumbled, running with her bag. She changed into a skimpy suit, she felt naked though her body was half covered. They all say she's ugly, some says it was the reason her mom killed herself, because she couldn't stomach to look at her. She never knew how her mom looked like, her dad kept all her pictures. Hiding them all away from her reach.

She walked in the pool, arms hugging her stomach tightly, eyes cast down the cement floor. "What are you waiting for? Get in the water!" came again the angry voice of her teacher. Nodding her head nonchalantly, she went over the side of the pool. Snickered whisperings erupted, she fought hard the urge of covering her ears.

A step closer, her foot dip down the cold blue water. Chilling her body, she withdrew her foot like a scared cat. More laughter, more whispers came.

So the weirdo is afraid of the water!

Freak!

Push her!

Let's drown her!

A hand at her back, pushed her down the pool. She dropped face down with a big splash. The chlorine water stung her eyes and she closed them. A mouthful or two of the water entered forcefully down her throat through her lungs. Flailing hands came up in the air.

No one might have known that this was her first time in the water or no one cared that she was starting to drown. Howls of laughter only silenced her screaming. "Help...Help...Help," she kept repeating.

The lights were starting to disappear and her body was slowly sinking down the bottom of the pool. She couldn't pull her weight anymore, she was becoming a stone and darkness was pulling her away.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Someone pulled her out. A cold hand pressed at her bare shoulders. "I will make them suffer." A voice whispered in her ear before everything went into total blackness.

Author's Note: I know it has beeeeeen soooo long. But I'm back! And I would be here for good. Writing away my melancholia. How's life on your side of the world btw?