Bitch. Slut. Whore. Pathetic. Useless. Stupid. Hopeless. Ugly.

I get called these names on a daily basis. They hurt back when I was a child, but when something keeps hurting you over and over again, eventually, the pain goes numb. You don't feel it anymore.

In my case however, I don't feel anything anymore.

No pain, sadness, guilt, hope, happiness...

I don't know when this happened to me, but when it did, since then I have been nothing but an empty vessel.

"Get out of the way !"

I get pushed to the ground.

The girls in front of me give me the same look of disgust, my own mother has been giving me since I was a child.

Normally, people either hate school or home.

I don't hate anything. I couldn't care, actually. But to be honest, if I had to choose between the two , i would happily choose death .

I can hear the bell that marks the end of the lunch break, but where do I go ? There is no point in going to my class. It's not my class to begin with. Nobody likes me there, it's more than obvious.

One would think the teachers are not biased. But what a lie. They are all humans and humans always prefer one over the other. It's their nature.

the sad thing is , when nobody prefers you over the other.

Normally, people have that one friend, or maybe a parent or parents.

Things seem pointless, when you don't have someone who'll choose you. you don't have parents who'll choose you . you don't have friends who'll choose you. And I can't think of anyone else who would.

A lover ?

That's a joke.

I won't say love doesn't exist, despite the fact that's one feeling I'm pretty oblivious of, love does exist. The thing is nobody who loves me exists .

Wandering through the empty corridors of this school is actually quite dangerous. Not for Norma people, but it is for outcasts like me. So the best choice is to head over to the roof.

Every time I am here, I think 'should I jump off and end It all?'

The winds are nice today-

My deep thoughts are interrupted by the noises. Lots of them. They are too loud. What's going on ?

I make my way to the other side of the roof. This part of the roof faces the entrance of this school.

People. Lots of them. Why ?

There seems to be a lot of people down there. Students, of both genders. Teachers and our principal too ... Maybe they are welcoming someone.

Who ?

Why should I care ?

On normal occasions I don't care what goes on downstairs when I'm up on the roof. Sometimes I hope that there is a zombie attack or something. But this time, I'm curious. Which I'm not usually.

Part of the reason is that my quiet habitat has been ruined by this.

I head over to the edge to see what's going on, only to see a car stop at the entrance of the school.

And it wouldn't take a genius to guess that's one expensive, really expensive car.

I see how this is. Some rich guy is coming to the school. He's probably an investor who's coming for a tour or the kid of the investor who's going to attend this school.

Of school, why would any rich person come here ?

Anyways, why should I care ?

Someone comes out of the car.

It's a guy.

oh, that's why the girls were giggling and squealing and fixing themselves. Typical.

My eyes widen a bit.

This guy... Is god's gift to humanity.

I don't usually care how a person looks, but I'm invested right now.

Beautiful things should be admired. Even if it's a guy.

It's not like I have anything better to do, nor do I have anything beautiful to admire in myself or the world around me.

Leaning into the railing, I stand there quietly like a ghost. Watching, observing. The students, the teachers. Everyone has mixed reactions.

I changed the angle of my vision a little towards the Richie rich guy only to find me already glaring at me.

what ?

It's not possible, no Normal person would actually bother to look at the roof. Why is he watching?

Or maybe he believes I'm a ghost, and he's trying to contemplate if he's seeing things or am I real.

Whatever the reason is, I have been spotted and I'm out of here .

She left ?

What the hell?

" Allan ! Welcome to our school !"

I glance down to see a short old man smiling at me.

Ah... the principal.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Sir, you don't have to be so cold to him." my secretary advised me. My father's secretary, actually.

Cold ? Was I being cold ?

I just don't see why I should put any more extra effort than I already have for saying' thanks ', on this old man.

It's almost disgusting how he's trying to butter me up.

That smile. A smile that says 'Here comes my money bag'

People do just about anything for money. Pathetic.

I glance up again at the rooftop to see if that girl is still there.

She's not.

damn it. Now i have to go out and look for her. She's the damned reason all of this is happening to me.

" sir?."

" yes? "

" Are you looking for something ? "

" No. "

I tear my gaze away from the roof and back to the ground where there is a huge crowd of students and teachers alike to welcome me.

Why couldn't she just be here among these people in the crowd. It would have been way easier for me then. Now I have to step inside this rotten building, which seems like it was built centuries ago and can fall apart any moment.

What a hassle.

Once all of this is over I'll have this building destroyed. I don't like it.

I'm guided in by the short old man. The teachers surrounded me too as they showed me through this rotten building with rotten rooms and corridors.

" I hope you enjoy your time here." said one of the female teachers.

" I will." I will not, actually. I wouldn't have been here if it weren't for her.

That girl.

Zara Quin, age seventeen. A Student of downtown high , class 1-E.

That's all the information my entire search team found.

What a weird girl. And ugly.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even bother to look at a girl like hers direction. But her. She's the reason everything that was picture-perfect in my life, is now a mess. I have to relive the same day, over and over again. All because of her.

I need to find her. quick.

" This is your classroom. And I am your class teacher, Miss Thompson." the same teacher smiles at me.

I nod.

She has been saying something for a long time, I only caught the last part of it.

Class 1-E... this is the same class as hers.

But where is she ?

"Alright class ! This is your new classmate, Allan Woods !" miss Thompson announces cheerfully.

How does one smile so much ? My cheeks hurt just by looking at this lady.

I take one look around the entire class.

the students are just as rotten as the school.

But where is she !? Zara Quin. Why is she not here !

I need to Fucking find her.

Before she kills herself and resets everything.

Again.

Allan Woods, huh ?

That's the guys name... Now that I think about it ... Maybe I have heard his name before ... Not that remember properly... It doesn't matter anyway.

I close my eyes as the last bell for the day rings. I can hear everyone running out, walking out. Holding hands, chatting, laughing, giggling-

Ugh. I hate how much I can hear.

Why can I hear so much anyway?

Regardless, today is the last day I have to hear all this.

Today is the last day I'll be a burden to this world.

Getting up from the corner of the rooftop where I spent my entire day at, I make my way to the door and head back downstairs. The school is empty now. I don't hear any noise.

Good.

So how should I die...? Hang myself? Drown myself? Jump off... Nah, I'll have to climb all those stairs again. Hanging myself will be a flop if I mess up and drowning... Too bad I know how to swim. I can still drown myself though... Ah, leave It. it's not cool.

" Hmm... What to do ... What to do..." I mumbled to myself as I walked around the now empty corridors.

It's not even been 5 minutes and my blood runs cold.

Human ? who's here ? No one is supposed to be here right !!

I rush into an empty classroom and hide.

Why am I hiding? Because I don't want to meet someone. Especially in an empty school. If it's a guy then... that's even worse ... who knows what he'll do to me ... this is the worst ! This is the worst !

" I know you're here ! I didn't see you leave . You have to be here ! Show yourself ! "

This voice...

how oddly calming...

He sounds frustrated, but his tone still gives off an icy feeling... No one in the school has such a voice. I would have known-

Oh ! The new guy ! It has to be him ! I never heard his voice before !

But wait, he knows I'm here ?

Not good. Not good. Not good.

I hide under the teacher's desk, and shut my mouth with my hands tightly to stop even the sound of my breath from escaping.

My heart is now beating in my ears.

First he notices me on the roof, and now he knows I'm here. How does he know-

He entered the class ! He entered the class!

" What the fuck ! Where the hell is she ! "

His voice sounds more frustrating now ...

Bang !

He banged his hand on the teachers table.

Oh, god. One move, and he knows I'm right under the desk.

" Do you think I'll eat you ? "

My eyes widen. He found me.

He found me . He found me . He found me .

...----------------...

" Where is that little bitch !? "

" I don't know boss ! She's a kid, and couldn't have run away too far ! She has to be around here !"

" I'll fuck that little bitch and then kill her ! She just can't just sit tight and let me fuck her ! What a nuisance! Get her !"

Someone... anyone ... please help... don't let them find me ... These are bad guys ... Mom... Please... Take me away .... Mom ... Mom... I'll be good girl... Good girl-

" Found the little bitch, boss ! Come here you !"

No ! No ! No ! Don't touch me ! please please please !