Chapter 2 LISTEN

Dead silent. Those were the only two words that would be able to properly express the present moment. "Seriously Vicky, a pencil? Where are you? Kindergarten?" Marianna mocked wearing her famous smirk. "shut up Mariana" Victoria's voice was low and quiet. Mariana took a step back, she hadn't seen this side of Victoria.

"stab me then, C'mon Victoria! Stop me! Let's see if you can do it" Bruce yelled. He was the jock that could never get over Victoria's rejection. "don't push me Bruce, who knows I might just slit that damned throat of yours whose vibration only produces shit" Victoria threatened. Her stance firm, gaze steady, hands trembling but her mind was...

Intent. She was intent on doing some damage "You're a bitch, you know that right?" Kiara spat. "you're disgusting, and that's a fact" Victoria shot back. Her gaze not leaving Bruce, she wanted to kill him. She did, but she just couldn't do it, she couldn't, her mind was intent and hell-bent on wreaking havoc but her body just wasn't cooperating. "I hate you so much, all of you" she whispered

"it's okay," Mariana said getting closer "it's mutual" she whispered into Victoria's ear.

"Please don't hurt me Victoria! I'll do anything" Bruce erupted, Confused. Victoria looked back to see the principal staring back at her. Her grip on the pencil loosened, the sound of the pencil hitting the ground was quite abnormally audible.

"What do you think you're doing?" Victoria was shocked. This wasn't part of the plan, this shouldn't be happening, she knew she wouldn't get a better chance than this and she was hell-bent on doing something. It all happened so fast, one moment Victoria was staring shocked at the next she was trying to stab Bruce with the pencil, screaming bloody murder, after countless tries to hold her off they succeed in separating them, Victoria felt disappointed but the hint of fear that she saw in Bruce's eyes made it all worth it. ****** "What was the meaning of that?!" The principal yelled at her in the confinement of his office. "I want you to go back in there and apologize to that kid! you're suspended and you will write a 5000-word essay on why it is wrong to attempt to kill your Classmate" The principal, Jone Davis commanded. For the first time in what seemed like ages that Victoria had been in the office, she lifted her gaze unto the browned hair man. Demeanor firm, mind intent.

"I will not apologize for defending myself, something that's supposed to be your job! I will not write a 5,000 essay on why it is wrong to stab classmates that have made my life hell from day one! and I will not listen to your bullshit, cause I wouldn't be here right now if you had freaking listened! and you can do whatever the hell you want, suspend me, give me detention, heck you can even expel me, That might just be the good deed you need to finally rinse off all your sins." Victoria spat, her eyes lit up in rage.

The principal sucked in a breathe, "you aren't going to yell at me little girl you will respect me" He said slowly, trying to intimidate the girl in front of him.

Silence hovered for a few minutes

"I will respect you when I think you're worth it" Victoria shot back.

A slap echoed throughout the room.

"Get out! Get out!! Out!!!" the principal yelled at the top of his voice. Victoria ran out tears pouring down, she wanted to yell scream at the world for being so cruel, yell bloody murder each time life was too much, each time she was chanced with the blade but chose not to, how? Why can't they understand, they were ripping her apart, plucking her feathers, clipping her wings, they were breaking her. She ran through halls with so much emotion burning beneath her skin, she wanted to scream, yell, shout, but she was always met with silence, tears pouring down suffering slowly and silently. The pain was becoming too much to bear. It had been five years, five freaking long years of pains, wet tear tracks, reddened eyes of scars, wounds, shivers, and burns. Five long years, Since her cousin turned on her, since then- no, that's wrong. Everything, everything went downhill when she was three It was all her father's fault, and as much as she hated the man she couldn't blame him and she loved him. Recently, she found something out that was just too much to bear, he was a traitor! a traitor! He had another daughter, Another daughter, that's why he could never accept her, He showered that girl with all the love she deserved. Victoria closed the bathroom doors and she stared at the mirror, a familiar person stared back at her, reddened eyes, tear tracks, an empty look, and trembling hands. Her reflection stared back at her.

It was like reality was constantly dawning on her, constantly showing her, her many scars and reminding her she was nothing but the Victoria she saw each time she looked into the mirror. The dead, sickening, lost, ugly worthless being she was met with each time she set her eyes on the dreaded mirror Her body racked with sobs, the memories began to invade her without permission, words pierced her without invitation, she didn't care if she was currently sat on the disgusting toilet floor she didn't care about the smell that invaded her nostrils, she didn't care that everyone hated her, she just... She just wanted to be free, to rest, to close her eyes and not have to listen to those voices that tormented her, to not have to see those images that popped up each time she tried to think, to not feel the pain that was eating her whole.

"Victoria?" a familiar voice came through

"go away!"

"Victoria it's me Liliane let me in," she said "please" she begged.

Slowly the sobs calmed down. "leave Liliane, I... I need to Breathe, please..let me breathe!" she cried out.

Every day she asked herself;

why? Why did they pick me? What was so horrible that made me a target? Victoria wanted, No. Victoria needed to breathe, she desperately needed fresh air, from all the toxicity that had clouded her life, from all the judging eyes, and if karma was watching, she hoped and begged that it'd stop moping around and got to work before it was too late it's always easier to judge people than understand them, maybe just maybe if someone had listened, or bothered to ask it would have been a different story.

Victoria suffered a lot till the day she gave up and died.

Did she deserve such a harsh punishment called death?

Did she deserve to be stripped of her desire to live?

And was her revenge worth it?

All will be answered soon.