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There were no words to describe how distressed I was feeling. I was literally feeling sick to my stomach, crying.

I was so sad, I'd never been that sad to the point where I was physically sick before in my life.

It felt terrible and I just couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to be somewhere peaceful.

I just wanted to be by myself.

I just wanted to lay in bed and cry for the rest of my life.

Pretty soon I heard some familiar voices whispering and laughing as they entered the bathroom.

I just knew it was Camila and her crowd after me again. “Why wouldn't they just leave me alone?” I asked myself sobbing into my arms.

“Are you sure she's in there?” a voice said.

“yeah she's definitely in there, you can hear her crying, she's such a crybaby.” another voice replied.

At that moment I would have given anything for God to take me right there.

Suddenly there was a loud bang on the door. They were all kicking at the door.

“Open the door you stupid bitch or we'll make you.”

I felt my legs being dragged under the door.

“Please stop you're hurting me!” I shrieked trying to get all the hands off my leg.

I felt my arms being scraped as they tried to pull me out through the small gap under the door.

“Come on you idiots, drag her out.” Camila ordered.

The bell rang signaling the end of lunchtime. They all ran out of the bathroom letting go of me.

I finally unlocked the door and looked at my reflection in the mirror. She looked so unhappy. So hurt.

There were bruises all down my arms. I just wanted the day to be over. Even better my terrible life.

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