||Valeria||
ONE YEAR AGO!
It’ll be a humongous prevarication of the truth if I tell you all was chocolates and roses after the closet incident, because it’s not even remotely close to the whole truth. Instead, things got worse. Like he said he would, he broke my world apart into irrecoverable shreds.
Still is.
Asking for help is not an option because the people who’re supposed to be doing that don’t know about it because it’s me. Because they’re my parents and I hate their guts. I would rather endure his daily torments then ask for their help. I would rather go through the raging flames of hell barefoot then ask for their help.
I don’t know what to do? Knowing I’m just a mere broken black girl with hell load of money who’s treated like the fecal smell itself. It’s not an easy treat.
Smell?
I’ve been branded with a new one: The Malodorous Cunt 2.0
It started a few weeks after the closet incident. Like I normally do, I woke up that morning, prepared myself for school and met up with Ann and went for school. Only this time around it was different.
When we arrived at school, the other students started murmuring, laughing and just staying clear of me. I didn’t know what the hell was happening, so I ignored them even though it bugged me throughout the whole day.
Like always when something happens to me, Ann had to leave school urgently. From there I was left to fend for myself. I didn’t like the feeling because I knew something was wrong. I could feel it. Things heated up after break, where everything turned into blatant verbal riot. Although I was confused as hell, one thing that was prominent was Pius’ name, because it had his name all over it.
The name I heard from every kids mouth was; Malodorous Cunt 2.0
They would call me that and burst out in conspiratorial giggles, leaving me even more mind boggled. And then it was history. History. I regret ever entering that class. I knew it deep down that something was bound to happen. I could feel it in my bones but I brushed it off and entered the damn class. It was oddly quiet. I couldn’t understand the reason behind the silence. And it wasn’t like all my classmates hated me wholly or anything. They just didn’t wanna get stuck between me and Pius’ cross-fire and they did all they could to stay clear. And there were also others that didn’t participate. All in all, there were two sides. That’s why finding everyone quiet made my heart skip a beat and just entirely uncomfortable. I could hear the giggles as I walked into the class but I just ignored it and continued walking.
Feeling self-conscious from the stares I received from everyone, I hurried my steps to my desk and took a seat without even checking and what a great mistake it was, because that’s the day Miss Malodorous Cunt 2.0 was born.
Obnoxious-smelling liquid with a vaginal odor was smeared on my chair and the minute I sat down, it branded me with that smell.
All events after that lead to this day. The day where my name was utterly ruined to the skank with a smelly cunt. Don’t look at me like that? Not my words. I feel so… there are no words to describe what I feel. Pius ruined me, completely and there is no going back. All I do is cry day in and day out. Feeling miserable and wallowing in my pain. Ann is there to help mend the hurt but it’s not the same.
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