I was trudging along our school's narrowest hallways, annoyed at myself for being so stupid. I would've been home free if it weren't for me forgetting my biology book in our bio lab. Anyways, this day was actually pretty okay, I didn't get harrassed by their fangirls at all, well, the stares were still there but at least not a single rotten produce was thrown at me. I think it's because lately I haven't been really talking to the guys. So I guess they don't feel like I'm 'stealing' them away from them.

Ugh. .as if they're freakin yours in the first place.

Maybe the fangirl's craziness are finally going down.

Soft beams of sunlight were passing through the windows creating pale yellow shapes on the floor. Illuminating the dim hallway. Shades of red and violet enraptured the setting sky. I glanced at my watch, it's about 6 o clock. I suddenly felt something coil up inside my stomach. I've been here before at night, and I did not freakin like it. AT. ALL.

Well it was partly because of Niel. But still.. .this place is ultra scary.

I picked up my pace towards the biolab. As I opened the door, I almost had a heart attack. No matter how many times I've been here, I still never get used to the fact that jars and jars of lifeless animals are stored abundantly in it's shelves. Human eyeballs were staring at me through a glass jar filled with preservation chemicals. And live skeletons were placed around the room and arranged strategically to appear as if they were alive. And the fact that the room was drenched in shadows certainly did not help in making it less scary.

Fudge. .I really need to get a hold of this phobia of mine.

I managed to force myself to take a step as I spotted my book right were I left it, in a table near the supply closet. As I grabbed my book, I felt hands grab on to ME. I did not dare look back as my heart practically dropped dead on the floor. WHAT THE??? But then, I realized that maybe history really was repeating itself. I shifted my body sharply and smacked the one holding me with my book.

"NIEL! What the hell are you doing again??" I screech.

My eyes grew two times as large when I saw that who I hit was not, in fact, Niel. But it was a girl. Screaming and cursing at me as she fell on the floor from the impact of my hit. Which wasn't even that hard. -__-

It turns out that there are about 4 of them. Girls that seem vaguely familiar but I still could not pinpoint who they were.

Another girl helps out the one on the floor as another grabbed my arm forcefully and bared her loudest voice. "How dare you hit her." He fingernails digging painfully into my arm. But I didn't show any signs of pain.

I put on my most confident voice. I was DAMN tired of being pushed around by these girls. And I freakin had ENOUGH of their crap.

Right then and there I realized, if they won't leave me alone no matter what I try peacefully, then I guess I’ll MAKE them leave me alone. And dang peace will just have to eat itself.

“I dare, because I just wanted to. Probably because that fugly face of hers scared me more than the animal carcasses here”

Her face turned as sour as a lemon when she realized that she was unable to formulate a comeback. “You arrogant little! You act like your so innocent! but you were having fun with our Ljoe in the bathroom huh? you're so ty that I just want too--ughh!!” she screamed through gritted teeth as she grabbed a fistful of my hair with a painful twist. I clenched my teeth, not letting any cries leave me.

So that's it? the girls who saw us earlier are probably two of them. 

The other girls snickered at my display of helplessness, but that only made me angrier. I know  that I’m not physically strong, but I know how to fight nonetheless. I forced myself to take taekwondo lessons when I was bullied at my previous school.

I twisted smoothly like an eel so that my back was facing her. Grabbed her arm and twisted it with my shoulder. Making her scream and forcing her to let go of my hair. She slid down on the floor, cradling her now 'injure' hand, lightly sobbing. 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Oh PLEASE. . 

It wasn't even that hard. Compared to being constantly harrassed for weeks. 

Two of them immediately lunged at me, screaming incorent curses, while the other one came to help out their friend over there. I told myself. NO MORE HOLDING BACK. NO MORE FREAKIN' PEACE. HECK YEAH YOU ASSES! I'll give you WAR!

I felt a sudden urge inside me, just boiling, boiling to hit something. And those somethings were just infront of me. Dressed in skimpy uniforms and heavy make up. It was as if all the anger I've kept bottled up for how many weeks was finally leaking out.  Rapidly.

And I was hella glad of finally getting it all out.

I screamed, like one of those Spartan warriors. I felt stupid, but it just kind of felt good. They clawed dangerosly near my face, but I managed to dodge all of them. The hell? who are they? Wolverine? I dodged a few punches and a kick. One of them even threw a compact powder at me. I caught it and threw it away, making the powder crack on the floor.

"Yah! that was an original! signed by Paris Hilton herself!" she whined, with a voice so high in the octave bar that it hurts just to listen to it.

My eye twitched. "Then. .WHY DID YOU EVEN THROW IT?? !" I exploded.

Then, I felt a sudden pain run down my spine, then spreading throughout the rest of my body. My eyes wen't blurry from the pain and my brain went cloudy. Before I lost conciousness, I saw one of them loom over me holding a one of the steel chairs. Ah. .so that's why it was so painful.

I gently open my eyes. My eyes opened in horror as I suppressed a scream. I was in a cramped room. Dead creatures were around me. A curled up fetus of a cat lay suspended. Multitudes of species of worms and other bugs were crumpled up together. The skeleton of a lemur hung up from the roof. It's boney feet touching the side of my head due to the cramped space.

My breathing started getting shallow. Damn.damn,damn.damn. . calm down. I clenched my eyes tight and repeated to myself that they are all dead and lifeless. They can't move. So stop being a wuss and breathe properly!

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the side of my face as I realized that I'm now in the biolab's supply closet. Everything was in plastic or in jars. But it didn't make them look less freaky. As you see, I have a fear of blood and dead things, it's kind of a phobia of mine. And it's not a mild one too.

Suddenly I heard murmurs from outside. Anger welled up inside me.Those girls. .I didn't think that they would be so low. I immediately turn and start banging a fist on the door. 

"Get me out!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Or else."

I hear them hald their murmuring and footsteps came towards the closet. 

"What if we don't want to."

I ground my teeth. I just can't believe this. How can highschool girls be this awful??

"Come on! if you let me out. I won't even tell the teachers!" I negotiated. My anger slowly turned into a kind of desperation. They won't really let me stay here the whole night will they?

I hear her guffaw. "Well, it's the word of 4 against 1. No matter how good of a student your are. The teachers will have to listen to the majority. So have fun with the dead animals there"

I opened and closed my mouth. Trying to find words. But it was too late. I heard them heading out.

"Wait!" I yelled as I banged relentlessly on the door. But I got no response

Dread filled me up. Dread of staying here. Dread of not being heard. Dread of always getting harrassed.

Dread of being alone.

I kept on banging and banging until I slowly came to a halt. Knowing that they had really left. My hands slid helplessly down the wooden door, throbbing from the impact of repeatedly colliding with the wood, as I leant my forehead and closed my eyes.

I felt my eyes dampen as my tears started cascading. 

Stop crying idiot.. 

I wiped my tears, but they won't stop falling.

Why won't you stop??

Crying has never brought you any good. Are you going to be that weak girl again? who got so scared of her own friends to transfer schools? I kept my back turned away from those freaky things as I rummaged through my small bag, my annoying tears creating small orange dots in the yellow fabric. I took out my phone, but I realized. .I have no one to call. My parents aren't here, and I absolutely have no friends in this area. I managed to see one contact that was probably near. .

"Wah? Riyoung? haha.. I just knew that you didn't delete this number." Even in the static, his voice was clear.

"Ch-chunji?" I said as steadily as I could. 

"Yah. .what's wrong?" Chunji's voice sounded concerned. 

"Umm. .uh. nothi- *sob*" 

The hell! stop making it obvious that you're crying!

"Riyoung. Where are you? why are you crying?" his voice sounded a bit panicked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm in the school. .in the biolab. ." I held my breath, bracing myself before saying something really embarrassing. "in a closet."

"WHAT??"

"I can't get out. C-can you come get me?. .I promise you. I'll make it up to you." I said. I stopped to steady my currently unstable breathing. "Just. .just please."

I must sound so pathetic and desperate right now. But I have no choice.

Suddenly the line went dead. 

He. .he hung up on me.

My breathing started getting harsher and a new batch of tears fell as I let my phone slide from my hands.

I knew it.

Why did I even think that he would possibly bother to get out of his house just to unlock this closet? I mean, I'm just a random girl who he just wants to toy with. 

I wiped the tears harshly from my face as I tried to pull myself together. I guess I'll just have to stay here until tomorrow. I closed my eyes. Just wanting to illude myself to thinking that I'm currently not in a hellhole full of dead stuff. alone. in school.

Several minutes passed. I still can't sleep.

Suddenly I felt my weight shift as the door in which I leant on opened. I braced myself for the impact of the floor. But instead, I fell on something soft yet firm. .and, damp?

I looked up. 

"You. .you came."

It was Chunji. Clad still in his uniform. His tie and blazer gone and half of his buttons were left undone. He was kneeling down and I fell right into his partially bare chest. My embarrassment of being in such a helpless state was kept to a bare minimum when extreme relief came over me. He was sopping wet and his hair still dropped water. I felt little droplets of water gently hit my face.

He flashed his usual grin that reduced his eyes into mere crescent slits. "Hehe. .sorry it took so long. As you can see. It was drizzling outside."

Drizzling. .

I looked at him. He looked like he swam in a freakin' river. 

I just looked at him blankly for a few moments.  "What happened?" he asked as his brow creased, his easy smile suddenly gone. He patted my head as if I was a kid, as if to 'comfort' me. On normal days, a degrading pat like that would've sent me off the edge. But. .but now. . It's as if the feel of his drenched yet soothing fingers pushed out all the stress within me.

And with it, came tears.

I felt my eyes clench as a huge wave of tears cascaded down my face. Maybe there was even snot there from the way I was sobbing hysterically, but I really didn't care that much at the moment. I will tell you this; I am NOT a pretty crier. 

I expected him to push me off, to tell me to pull myself together. But instead, he just held me.

In fact. he pulled me closer. My eyes bulged momentarily. But I didn't mind. I didn't even care that I was going to be drenched with him. He didn't utter a single word, but  I don't know why, but his protective hold on my head, pressing me onto his chest, and the audible and stable beating of his heart gave me a sense of relief. It made my tears run faster. Maybe it was helping me get all of the bad stuff out.

We stayed like that for a who knows how long. Until I stopped crying. I wiped my tears the best I could and finally peeled myself of of him. I realized I was already as wet as he was. I looked anywhere but his face, with still misty eyes. Not quite knowing what to do.

He broke the silence by pulling out a very wet piece of cloth from his pocket. I realized that it was a handkerchief. He gave out a small chuckle. "I'd lend you this, but I'm afraid it wouldn't make much of a difference."

I laughed a bit. But it was almost hollow. As if my mind was still inside that cold dark closet. Even when I cried myself almost dry, it still didn't rid me of this awful feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger upon. 

But one thing was for sure. I should avoid them now. For good.

I looked at him flatly and gave a tight smile. "Thanks" I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I turned around. 

But he immediately grabbed my wrist. But i flung it away and bolted straight towards the main entrance.

I heard him yell out, trying to make me stop. But I kept on running without even a glance back.As I emerged through the gates. The strong gusts and a surging wave of rain hit my body like a brick wall. Heavy puddles splashing around me during every step. The rain drenching me to the core. 

Drizzle my .

I felt weak and pathetic as I ran through the rain. The people looked at me as if I was deranged. Maybe I am. I mean, the man, ran in the rain just to get me out of a closet in the middle of the night. And what do I do? I cry hopelessly and sob hysterically in his arms like a freakin' girl. And THEN I suddenly ran out into the rain.

 But I can't. . 

I can't get myself attached to anyone. Because when they're gone, they're gone. And all you are left with is grief and memories you can never relive. 

The fear of history repeating itself on me was eating me alive.

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GOSHHHH! im sorry sorry sorry. Dude this update came out so laaateee. It's cuz of school. *sogh* oh well.

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