Friday

Waking up the next morning I followed by regular schedule got ready for school. Started at the shell of a body in the mirror. Went down for breakfast. After last night my mom said to me that she was going to talk to a school counsellor for me I instantly declined and assured her that everything was alright. After persuading my mom and dad to drop the idea of contacting my school I got out of the house and hoped for a good day at school.

Hope. Such a big word. The word we hold onto for dear life. That is the only thing which makes us keep on going through our shitty life but when this word is lost we just break into pieces.

The day went on in a blink of an eye. Whenever smoker guy tried to talk to me I ignored him. Some part of me wanted to get to know him. Who exactly was he?

I shook my head and took out all the necessary materials from my locker for the last period.

And closed the locker and went towards my last class, praying nothing goes wrong.

I was the only person in the class. I started to sketch to distract myself and to feel less lonely.

I heard footsteps coming my way. I ignored and tried to focus on sketching. It was easier said than done when the footsteps stopped next to me.

I looked at the foot and understood who the person was. Who else could feel comfortable in six-inch high heels in a school!?

Obviously, Ms Queenbee aka Passion and her best friend's name is Destiny. Her original name was Delilah but apparently, Passion did not like her name and told her to change her name into Destiny and she did it. Bestfriengoals!...I don't think do.

Once upon a time Passion, Destiny and I were a best friend forever. Umm minus the 'forever'.

Ignoring the fact of how badly they treat me. I looked at them and smile, hoping for them to return the smile. But who was I kidding?

"Hi passion and Deliah"

"It's Destiny now not Deliah," she said gritting her teeth. I looked her in the eyes. Hatred. I could see only hatred. Even though we three were called best friends. But I always considered Deliah the closer one. Whereas Passion, there was always something about her which made me doubt her. I guess she was jealous of me and Deliah's friendship. Or maybe she had jealousy for only me. "And don't act like we still are your friends! Those memories of you being my friend cringe me out now" she said as if those days meant nothing to her. Although her words hurt like hell but I can never truly hate Delilah for some reason.

"Yes! You are so right Destiny. This bitch over here deserves pain. Pain that we felt. Pain that she made us feel" Passion said evilly.

Her feet went up in the air and crashed down upon my feet. I regretted wearing flip-flops in the school today and more than that I felt pain and more than the pain I felt hurt. Hurt not because of the heels digging into my feet, crushing my bones. But because Deliah knew she was going to do this but did not stop her.

Passion lifted her heels and again brought it down on to my feet violently. But this time I involuntarily screamed bloody murder and tried to stop her by pulling her legs. My scream was muffled by a hand covering my mouth.

"Shut up slut! This is nothing! You deserve more pain than this" I cried. How can someone be so cruel? I looked towards Deliah asking for help through my eyes.  But she looked away.

She dug her heels into my feet more and I was crying out in pain.

The pain was unbearable. I saw black spots in my vision.

Stay strong I kept chanting and all the while I was thinking when will the students come to our class? But then other thought came to my mind. They wouldn't help anyways.

Stay strong I said under my breath one last time. And return of her heels digging into my foot. I dug my nails into her bare legs and scratched her on her face. She screamed and fell back.

I took that as an opportunity to escape. It was hard for me to run with an injured foot but still, I tried. I knew I could be tackled by Deliah easily but she did not budge from her place. Maybe she wanted me to escape from the wrath of Passion.

I was struggling. I was trying to walk with one foot and failed miserably. And fell face down and I hurt my chin.

"Desire! What the fuck are you seeing dumbass?! Go and catch her" passion said with pure rage.

Desire as said she caught me with her two hands on my shoulder. And made me stand up and surprisingly she was gentle.

Passion stood up. I imagined thorns on her head and fangs as her teeth. I was throwing daggers at her from my eyes and she did the same.

"You are so dead bitch" She muttered, glowering at me. I inwardly prayed, hoping for some miracle to happen but I forgot hope is not meant for me.
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