After arriving at the clinic, I was immediately attended to by the nurse, the second she saw my sorry look coming in. The librarian who brought me here left after dropping and went after the girls who assaulted me.
Sitting on the chair I got my wounds disinfected by the nurse. It stings but, to compare it to what I had just experienced earlier, this is nothing. Not just physically but mentally as well. I'm still uneasy and scared… I don't want to experience something like that ever again… Never again.
While I was lost in my thoughts, the nurse treating my wound was staring at me with concern. Seeing me tremble in fear, she couldn't help herself and tried comforting me. "Hey, It's all okay now, you're safe here." She said with a soothing voice, she placed her hand on top of mine, but I quickly recoiled my arm. I held my hand and pressed it close to my chest in fear. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I scare you? It wasn't my intention. I'm deeply sorry" Pity can be seen in her eyes.
My eyes widened, realizing what I had just done to someone genuinely concerned about my well-being. My emotions were a mess and a single tear slid down my cheek and soon, more followed. The nurse with a worried face pulled me to her embrace and hugged me tight. then patted my head. "Oh dear, it's okay, let it all out". And I did let it all out. I opened the damn of tears.
I feel ashamed to show a stranger my vulnerable state, but that doesn't matter at the moment. I need someone to hold me and let it all out. After a while, the librarian came back with a troubled expression on her face. I was still at the clinic because, at the time my parents were both out on a business trip. So I was left all alone and I was afraid to go back home alone.
"Sandra, have you found any of them" The nurse asked.
"No, I couldn't find any of them. I think they already left the school" The librarian sighed rubbing her temple.
"I see… There is nothing we can do at the moment. And it is also getting late, should we send her home by ourselves?"
"Yes, I think we should. I'm afraid they might still be waiting for her out there"
"Alright Megan get your bag, we are sending you home"
"Yes," I replied.
After I got my bag, the three of us went to the school parking lot and walked toward Miss Sandra's car. We entered her vehicle, I sat at the back while the two adults were sitting up front. Miss Sandra started the car and started driving to my house.
While we were on the road, Miss Sandra suddenly asked me. "Hey Megan do you know your parent number?" She was looking at me using the back mirror.
"I do" I answered, fidgeting with my fingers. "But, please don't contact any of them!" I retorted after
"Huh? Why Megan?" Miss Amilia cut in, looking back at me on her seat to face me. Confused as to why I don't want my parents to know.
"Because I don't want to worry them about me when they are already too busy," I said.
"Okay Megan, I get what you're saying. But that is not a good excuse for me to neglect my duties and not report this incident to your parents. They need to know about this" Miss Sandra chided.
"Yes, I know keeping this a secret from my parents is bad. But please I am begging you" I leaned closer to the driver's seat. "Could you please just keep this one? I dont want them to worry too much about me. I am begging you"
Miss Sandra took a glance at Miss Amilia. She nodded signaling Miss Sandra to do her judgment.
After pondering for a while, She sighed. Miss Sandra opened her mouth and said. "Okay, I'll let his one slide for once. But if this happens a second time I won't just only contact parents"
"Thank you"
"You should not be thankful for lying to your parents" she scolded
"Y-yes, ma'am…"
The rest of the ride home was quiet. We didn't talk about anything else after that. After we reached my house, I hopped out of the car. I thanked them both for taking care of me and sending me home. We said our goodbyes and they left. I walked towards the front door and entered my house. What greeted me Inside was a dark and lonely empty place. My parents won't be coming back until two weeks from now. I am left home alone.
I walked to the kitchen just right of the entrance. I opened the fridge to get something to eat. I saw the lunch box I'd prepared earlier this morning to heat up and eat. But I only stared at it and closed the fridge. I had lost my appetite and just headed upstairs to my bedroom. I opened my bedroom door wide. My room is what most people would say is very girly—filled with books, posters of cute boys, and plushies.
After walking into my room I immediately plopped my body on my bed and cried once more. I am too tired to change into my casual clothes.
It was a very hectic evening. I can still feel the slap Hana gave me. For the very first time in my life, people hated me. Not only that but the words they said to me hurt the most. Was being friendly to my classmates wrong? Was I not supposed to be helpful to anyone? I dont understand why I can't be. I've always tried to fit in with other people. I see nothing wrong with everything I've done. All I did was make friends with them and get to know each other. What did I do wrong?
I lost myself to a swirling thought of negativity all night preventing me from sleeping. Wondering to myself, why things had gone a terrible turn. I cried myself to sleep that night, hoping everything would be okay when I woke up the next day. But I couldn't be more wrong.