"Boom" another bomb went. People were running for their lives. Abigail was running too with her six-month baby brother in her arm fast asleep unaware of anarchy.

Abigail's POV

I could hear distant voices of the people all around. Men and women shouting and screaming not to mention the children. Sad to say to me they were faceless and unknown. At this time of war, it was every person for themselves.

Unexpectedly, a man came from nowhere and began shooting randomly from one side. I started sprinting. It was within a second I felt an unexplainable pain tear through my shoulder.

I held on to my brother using my other arm fully. I saw the people around me dropping like flies until another bullet hit my side. I kept running. I started to lose consciousness. I fell to my knees. I gently put my baby brother on the ground as I felt the energy drain out of me through the open wounds.

I didn't even notice he had woken up. He cried as I laid beside him knowing that if the hail of bullets didn't kill us the stampede would. I covered my brother's body partly with mine to protect him from the shooter.

I lost more hope as I lost consciousness slowly. I felt another bullet tear through my back.

"Danny, it's going to be okay " I whispered into his little ear as I patted his stomach gently.

"Take care of him and I love you so much" was the last thing, my mother said before we started running. I failed.

"Mum, I tried I am sorry," I said as tears spilt, shutting my eyes. I felt another bullet and felt nothing.

I woke up soaked in sweat. "Another nightmare at least I died peacefully in this one". I mumbled to no one in particular. I forgot about the nightmare as I got ready for school.

Author's POV

Abigail entered the school gates like every other day but today seemed different. The feeling was in the air. It may be could have been the students in groups gisting loader than usual. She mentally shrugged her shoulders and made her way to class.

Abigail's POV

I walk into the class and to my seat. I settled down. I noticed the girls at the back were giggling louder than normal. I look around to see a new guy at the corner of the class. Alright, that's what the gossiping was about. I heard the ring for assembly and went back downstairs.

After the assembly, I settled down in class. The rest of the class excluding a few continued the gossiping. I didn't even need to look back to know the girls were trying to get the new boy's attention.

Yejoon's POV

Everyone looked the same; bratty and shallw. If she thought she could get rid of me so easily she had another thing coming. The girls talked too much couldn't they just keep their mouths shut. Minho would have hated it here. The teacher came in and most students became quiet. Time for an introduction.

Author's POV

The teacher came in and called Yejoon to introduce himself.

" We have a new student joining us today," she said "introduce yourself to the class"

" I am Kim Ye Joon"

"Anything else you want to say to the class?"

"No, nothing"

Whistling and hooting came soon after.

"Settle down everyone, Ye Joon you may go back to your sit"

The lesson went on

"Where is Linda," the teacher asked with concern written all over her face. This was the second day Linda had not been in school.

"The bitch is probably thinking of causing some drama to get some attention like Betty," said Candice from the back

Some laughed while the others looked very uncomfortable.

"Don't make jokes like that in my class" the teacher almost yelled. The class went quiet.

Yejoon's POV

The bully could be spotted with one remark from her mouth. It looked like the students that surrounded her were her minions. Who were these Betty and Linda? It looked like the teacher was directly involved.

It's none of my concern so it's just better I mind my own business and it didn't seem like anyone even cared at all anyway.

Trigger warning: self-harm and suicide

Abigail's POV

I remembered Linda and Beatrice's friendship. It was one I was envious of. They were the most bullied pair in the school owning to the fact that Beatrice stammered and Linda had been tagged a loser for being her only friend. The two girls had a bond that haunted me and made me smile at the same time. The bond was only possible between two people that mutually understood and cared for one another.

All the time the girls were bullied, pranked and maimed. From making them snack shuttles to pushing their heads into toilets. Candice made sure the boys in her group did even worst beating and even unwanted touching. One time they mixed urine into their drinks. They became laughing stocks. They even froze Beatrice's face when she was taking and gave the unfortunate nickname 'ugly betty'.

I came to bail them out but I couldn't everywhere. I realised that Beatrice started gaining confidence when she won a story writing competition and stood up to Candice one day. They went down on the bullying but no one was prepared for the incident that would occur on a seemingly regular Wednesday morning.

Author's POV

It was an early morning after the assembly had ended. Then shouting was heard from downstairs. The teacher soon gets a phone call and rushes downstairs and of course, the students follow.

At the scene, everyone was greeted with what stopped them in their tracks. It didn't stop most students from pulling out their phones and recording.

Linda was holding a knife to her neck. "You did this, you did this" she screamed no one dare come close in fear of what she would do to them or herself. "You could have stopped it you could have stopped everything"

"Calm down, please" our homeroom teacher begged

"Don't you tell me to calm down" she edged the knife closer to her neck. "I told you what they were doing to her to us but you being the lazy bitch that you are told us to shake hands, did it fix anything? Did it?"

"You are being rude young la..." The principal started

"I thought I said I didn't want to listen to what you have to say" she shut him down angrily. She started to laugh "why don't you tell us how much they paid you, huh? You knew what happened on Monday and now... now... now" she stammered off. She was losing it and wasn't listening to anyone. An unfamiliar voice came from the back.

Abigail's POV

It was replaying in front of me all over again. The last time I failed to stop her... Zara. This time had to be different. I made up my mind and stepped out.

"I know what they did to her, we saw everything, I understand but you have to tell me, what happened?" she just needed to vent if she said what was on her mind she would break down and drop the knife.

"She phoned... me" Linda stammered holding back her tears her but eyes were already puffy and red.

"Tris called, what did she say?" Tris was what Linda called Beatrice.

"She said she was sorry" she continued

"Yes, then what did you say?"

Linda looked around like she couldn't recognize the faces that surrounded her.

"Eyes on me, Linda tell me what happened" I pointed at my eyes to get her attention.

"I asked her why she was sorry but she ended the call oh Abigail but something didn't seem right" she clenched the knife tighter as she finally let the tears that had gathered In her eyes fall.

I almost panicked. "Then what did you do?" I asked my eyes darting from the knife to her face.

"I went to her house, It was opened and I went to her room" she stopped, gulped and closed her eyes tears slipping through her eyelids.

"Tell me what you saw in her room Linda, you have to tell me" I was scared myself to hear it.

"She, she... "

"She what?" I said my eyes pleading but my heart pounding

"She was dangling from her ceiling fan"

The crowd around us gasped while some students stopped filming on their phones. It was as if people had forgotten about the knife in her hand.

I managed to talk as I felt numb. " Then, what happened?"

"I got her down, called for help and put her on my lap"

Linda gulped and looked me in the eye "Abigail, she was breathing."

I couldn't talk when she continued.

"She opened her eyes and said" she turned to her left.

I looked in that direction and it was Candice and her group of bullies

'Tell them to stop' Linda quoted Beatrice. The tears in her eyes doubled as she finally said "she closed her eyes and I felt her leave" before she went down on her knees and became a sobbing mess.

I ran to her and pulled the knife stylishly from her hands and hugged her head to my chest so she could let it out. I heard her parent coming from a distance and let her go.

We were told to get to class but I went to the toilet to clean myself up.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was frustrated I was unable to stop it from happening again. I pushed people away from me, so if they ever left it wouldn't hurt but why did my heart ache so much. I pushed both the girls away but why... why?

I shed the tears I had been holding in. Beatrice was gone and Linda seeing her in that condition... She would never recover.

Linda seemed to know something. Something else had happened the Beatrice I had seen last time wouldn't have this and Linda knew something she came and blamed like... and what happened on Monday?

"Do you want to do it like last time?" Zara asked in the mirror her body covered with cuts and gunshot wounds.

"No, Zara," I said "different way this time" I assured.

Zara left again like she always did.

I took out my pills, swallowed one, washed my face and walked back to class.

This happened over two weeks ago. I talked with Linda if she knew something about that day but only felt something had been wrong. She said that Beatrice told her that the principal asked to see her after closing and she should go home. She later got the phone call and everything happened just like that.

People didn't believe Linda when she said something didn't add up even though I warned her not to tell anyone that. We tried but came up empty and Linda started seeing a therapist about dreams she wouldn't tell me about.

"Abigail, your attention is needed in the principal's office" Samuel one of my classmates called from the front of the class. I nodded and made my way to the first floor of the second building. I reached the front of his office and knocked a voice from inside told me to come in.

"You must be Ms Lee, Abigail Lee?" A man sitting opposite the principal who looked like he was in his late fifties asked as he extended his hand.

I took it and replied, "yes". After which I was told to take a sit and sitting the man introduced himself

"I am Mr Kim," he continued"I am Taehyung's father, he is the student that joined your class today."

I nodded politely "yes I know him, sir."

"I have called you here today for a job."

"What job, sir?"

"Taehyung has had a rough few months and he needs to catch up on his academics"

"You want me to tutor your son?"

"Yes."

"Why not get him a professional teacher if I may ask?"

"I need someone who can watch him in school without getting noticed"

I was quiet.

"I have already checked your records and they are excellent both academically and behaviorally, so I know for a fact you can get the work done."

Silence.

"And yes Madam Min recommended you to me saying you needed a job but I understand if you..."

"Deal"

He looked at me surprised but relieved.

"But I will only get my pay after this term is done, sir."

"Any way you'd like."

We talked for a few minutes about Yejoon's report sheet and so on, in which he hands me a sheet. We shook hands again and I exit the office and get back to class.

Yejoon's POV

The rest of the school day was boring and uneventful. The bell rang for closing time. I got out of the school where my driver was waiting

"Yejoon, how was school today?"

I hopped in without a word.

"Yejoon, I know how things are right now but I would kill you to say something."

"Good evening Mr Timothy school was good today."

"The cherry old man chuckled " Mr Timothy what happened to Tim?"

I ignored the question.

"Ok, then I won't bother you."

The rest of the ride to my new apartment was quiet. We got to my destination and I got off.

"Take care."

"Yeah, Ok."

I got inside and freshened up. I sat down on the sofa but I was up after ten minutes when I heard the doorbell ring. The security camera revealed a girl about my age on the other side.

I opened the door.

"Hi, my name is..."

"What do you want?" I cut her off.

She hands him a paper with a letter signed by him. I read through it, crumpled it and threw it outside.

"My name is Abigail Lee and I will be your tutor."

"Tell your boss I don't need a tutor."

"Your report sheet begs to differ," she said clearly but not an ounce of mockery in her tone.

My expression changed and I was pretty sure I was glaring at her now but for some reason, she didn't look at all fazed.

Abigail POV

He was tall about 6 foot, with light honey-coloured skin and very dark hair. He had very delicate yet versatile features and his eyes were uneven but with a closer look, I realized he had both mono and double lid. He looked like his father with the same intimidating aura.

His eyes were shooting daggers at me when pushed him aside and slipped in. He was caught off guard so he couldn't stop me. I sat in the little dining and got ready. I hoped he got the memo that I wasn't leaving that easily if he thought glaring was going to work on me, he had another thing coming.

I noticed him leaving for a room. He was back after about a minute. He walked straight to me and flung some cash in my face. I looked up at him.

"This is what you want, right? Take it and get the **** out." He turned around and stopped to say with his back to me.

"And tell Mr Kim not bother me anymore."

Oh so that was it he didn't see eye to eye with his father. It was none of my concern obviously but  I used the only method his father told me about.

"...and he might not listen so just tell him that I'll pull the plug"

"...just means I will cut his finances..."

"...don't say it any other way he'll think I am bluffing..."

"... it's a family thing" I recalled.

"Your father will pull the plug if you don't listen."

He was dangerously still before he turned around to face me.

"So the bastard told you?"

"Told me what?"

"You play dumb too wow, okay we will have it your way teacher" emphasizing the word teacher.

He finally settled and we began the lesson. At the end of the lesson, I gave him an exercise in which he did moderately well.

As I closed the books I said "we don't need to work here so we will take it to the library next time"

"Yeah."

"I will tutor you every other day starting on Tuesdays so that makes three times a week."

"Yeah."

"Are you sure you are ok with the arrangements?"

"Yeah."

I got up. "Revise everything we studied today so you don't forget."

"Yeah."

I went to the door, opened it and got out. I felt the door slam loud enough to startle me. He sure wanted to get rid of me. I found the nearest bus stop sat and waited for the next bus to arrive.

"...someone who can watch him..." Yejoon's father's voice rang through my ears. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw someone in a black coat approach. I was alert and ready for anything when the figure pull down the hood of the coat. Linda!

"Abigail I have been looking for you."

"Linda huh what?..."

"I trailed you from school but then you disappeared."

"Why were you looking for me wearing that? it's not even raining."

"My parent didn't allow me to go to school. They said we are moving, they thing a new environment will help so I had to wear a disguise."

"So you wanted to tell me? You could have called I would have visited"

She ignored me "They think I am reaching on the whole issue, I felt something was off and then I went to her house I finally found this it was in the bathroom cupboard." She pulled out a book from the pocket of her coat. It was a book... a diary. "It was Tris' "

"You found something?"

"I found a lot of things."

She opened the book and I mentally gasped. There were pictures of someone who looked a lot alike like Beatrice having what looked like a threesome with two much older men.

"That's Beatrice's elder sister." She flips one of the photos over it wrote: 'see me at the feld after closng.'

I thought for a while before I concluded and spoke "she was being blackmailed."

"You seem surer than I am."

"It's too obvious why would someone send this to her if not that it could have ruined her in school and she would have done anything to cover it up."

"Um."

"I hope you didn't show anyone."

"No way they would bury it and not take it seriously."

"But I thought the principal is involved somehow but I guess I was wrong."

"Why do you say that now?" I asked scanning the pictures.

"It was a student that sent her the letter just look at the handwriting."

"The handwriting shows that the person was nonchalant and not very bright even misspelt some words. It was a student but that doesn't cross out the possibility that the principal might be involved."

"You sound so convinced"

"Look over here" I pointed at one of the men in the picture "who does that look like to you?"

She followed my finger after a bit she widened her eyes and gasped. "The principal!" she exclaimed.