Never have I ever felt so relieved that the school bell went off.

I slammed my English book shut and hurriedly grabbed my bag before storming out of the classroom. I ran and ran like a prey escaping a ravenous predator. I am longing to set the tears at the corner of my eyes free. I am longing to get rid of the huge, painful lumps at the back of my throat. I feel awful and sad. I feel betrayed and worthless. I feel lost and terrified.

Because I am all alone, now.

I kept running, my only motivation is the fact that the faster I run away from this hellhole, the faster I will be cuddled up in bed, crying and sobbing until my eyes feel tired and slowly close- which is very depressing, when you think about it.

Once the school gates were visible to my own pair of eyes, I puffed out a breath I never knew I was holding. But before I even got the chance to feel relieved, I was pushed forcefully, resulting in my body getting in contact with the cold, hard ground, knocking my breath out.

"Get out of the way, loser!"

"Now, you don't want to get stepped on more than you already do, do you?"

"Is she finally dead? I thought we'd never get rid of her!"

I immediately jolted up, slapped my hand over my mouth to avoid crying in front of these ruthless people, and continued running as fast as I could.

I cannot cry in front of them. I cannot give them what they want.

I cannot cry.

But I did. Once I was safely home, I ran into my bedroom, slammed the door shut before locking it and without further ado, planted my face on my soft pillow and cried myself to sleep.