Why Bother

The taunts the teases, the sly remarks hit her at every angle though she tried not to let the hurt and the pain show. One more week and she could be out of there, just one more week of suffering. She might end up staying there, she might get forced, or have nowhere else to go.

At first she could handle the taunts and the teases, she just blocked them out, pretended they weren’t there. But as time went on they got harder to ignore and then the lies came out. It was one thing hearing people talk about you but another thing entirely to hear them make up lies about you.

It was the lies that hurt more than the rest, why had they decided to pick on her? Had she done something wrong? She couldn’t think of a single thing that would amount to this behaviour. Why couldn’t they just take the time to get to know her properly?

The days were harder now, she struggled to stop the panic attacks from emerging, she struggled to stop her fingers from shaking, the stress from overcoming her, the tears from falling and the headaches from coming. It was a lost cause; she couldn’t stop any of it.

How long would she remain here for? In a place that sucked her very soul from her body. Were the hours’ worth all this pain and suffering? She could end it now, just walk in with a baseball bat and smash everything in sight.

A reprimand from another pushed her into action, she shouldn’t have to put up with this, head held high, no remorse, no kindness, she spoke the words that set her free.

‘I quit’.