They laugh. They always do. They hurt. They always do. She cries. She always does. She tries to run. She always does.
Lee Tu Yung, “Lee” for short, has, had, and will always have a troubling life. She stumbled through the hallway with a penguin-like walk. Her unfortunate attributes consisted of horn rim glasses, a dwarf-like 4”9 stature, peanut allergies, Korean ethnicity, and what she was most ridiculed for, a 5.0 GPA. This was all fuel to the fire.
The worst day of Lee’s life started with a bang. Since her parents were always working, she had to walk to school. It wasn’t the length of the walk that made her loathe it. It was what happened during the walk that brought early morning tears to her eyes. Most of her classmates also happened to take the same route as her. They would discover a new way to torment her every day. Today, it was torture by fire crackers.
"Hey Lee, catch!", Damien, her worst offender, shouted. A firecracker landed at her feet and exploded, causing her to scream like a murder victim. Everyone broke into hysterical laughter.
She started to run, but she was as slow as a sloth. It took less than five seconds for her classmates to catch up with her. She closed her eyes, plugged in her ears, and continued to move on.
Voices echoed off of the cafeteria walls. After four hours of ruthless name calling, Lee finally managed to push the negative thoughts out of her mind. She was relieved that she could be somewhere alone, away from her tormentors, sitting in the seclusion of the mess hall corner table.
It wasn’t long before the sharks got a whiff of the blood. They looked over and saw Lee in the corner with a relieved look on her face. In their eyes, this wasn’t acceptable. A smile on Lee’s face was foreign to them.
She was approached stealthily. Too deep in her own thoughts, she didn’t suspect a thing while Damien came up from behind with a piece of peanut-butter smothered bread in hand. With a smirk on his face, he quickly placed the bread over her mouth as if he was chloroforming her.
Lee’s face turned to a bright color red partly because of her allergies and partly because of the built up anger that was finally showing itself.
She ran, Damian followed.
In a short time, she found herself alone in the art room.
Her peanut allergies caused hives to completely cover her face. Lee well knew that Damien desired to cause more emotional and possibly physical pain to her. She grabbed the nearest suitable object. A clay cutter seemed fitting. Lee hid behind the opened door with her back against the wall.
It didn’t take long for Damien to notice the only open door in the hallway.
Creeping down the hallway, Damian cupped his hands around his mouth and said, “Leeeeeee…Where are you, darling? It was only peanut butter, it can’t really be that bad. Oh wait, that’s right.”
He was amused at the sound of his own voice.
Damian peered inside the art room, seeing no one.
"You like to play hide and seek, don’t you? I know you love to hide"
He walked inside, the art room, closing the door behind him.
She approached stealthily. Too deep in his own amusement, Damian didn’t notice Lee sneaking up from behind with a clay cutter stretched out in her hands. With a smirk on her face, Lee looped the clay cutter around Damian’s neck. With her strength fuelled by anger, Lee yanked Damian to the ground nearly knocking him unconscious.
Damian, confused and horrified, sluggishly regained his senses. He saw Lee with hives engulfing her skin. Damian let out a blood curdling scream. Lee’s responded with a light-hearted giggle.
Damian tried to make a break for it. Before he could, Lee grabbed a pair of scissors off of a nearby table. It didn’t take much force to drive it right into his back.
With a sorrowful look on his face, Damian pleaded for forgiveness. It was too late, Lee was relentless.
Lee walked out of that room feeling victorious. Never in her entire life had she felt so happy. Her job wasn’t finished, though. Damian was only one of many. She had work to do.
She laughs. She always will. She hurts. She always will. They cry. They always will. They try to run. They always will.
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Credits to: Pswift777
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