"You're crazy!"
"A lousy and worthless human. Just die."
"Tomorrow Maudy will bully you again, have fun."
"Everyone hates you."
"Who wants to be friends with a crazy woman like you?"
"Keep on whining, no one would help you!"
"Just finish your life."
The clothes wet with sweat covering my shaking body. No matter how hard I try to cover my ears, it's useless. Because it will not lose any single voice as if it were coming from the many people inside of me. My tears flowed profusely, my trembling lips kept whispering the words 'don't', 'stop' and 'shut up'.Â
My pale hands moved to open a small cupboard beside the bed, reaching for anti-depressants and sleeping pills that had been formulated by my regular psychiatrist. Really, this is my nightly routine before going to the prison that you call school.
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As usual, I went to school with a friend, her name is Tara. I forgot since when we started being friends, what I remember is she came when the first time I heard a loud whisper and I'm pretty sure believing that she's not from the same place we live. Tara embraced my shoulders, "Take it easy, you don't need to be afraid of them. I am here!" she said, puffing out her chest proudly. I shook my head, unable to think. "Oh my, where were you when I was ostracized?" My cynic that invites laughter from Tara. I continued to communicate with Tara, ignoring the strange looks from people around.
