As the sun was going down, I was sitting in the library, facing a window, the same book in my hand for the past 3 hours. My computer screen was starting to give me a headache, but I couldn't give up now. I took a sip of the iced macha that was more a room temperature macha at this point. I shook my head trying to focus back on my work and put my eyes back on my computer screen. Ah anatomy, I hate you so much. My exam being tomorrow, I can't stop studying, even if this is the only think I want.
It was around eleven o'clock when I decided to pack my stuff and head back to my place. Well, I call it my place, but it definitely is not the place I want to go. Even if I made it look all pretty and cozy, I still didn't feel like it was my "home". My home, aka the place where my heart was, was 12 hours from here, in a small village with my parents, brothers, dog, cat and friends. I had been here for two months now and not a friend in sight, well I also can't say that I made efforts to find new friends. Once my bag was packed, I took my cell phone and headed toward the library exit. There were still people inside, studying on their computer, reviewing flashcard or just reading notebooks full of notes that were incomprehensible for everyone except the person that wrote it. Even if the were all doing different things, they all had something in common, they all looked like they would prefer to be anywhere but here.
When I step outside, two think hit me. First, the air outside was so soft, like a warm night of summer, even if October was coming to an end, it still felt like summer. I have to admit that I come from way higher on the map, at this time of the year, snow is beginning to fall, and the days are already way shorter. The second thing that hit me was the music, the student pub that was across the street looked packed with young future vets that just want to forget their endless list of homework and pathology to study. I can not blame them, I would probably do the same if I had the social skills, but, unfortunately for me, it is not the case.
While I walk toward my apartment who's about 20 minutes away, I wonder if my life would have been different is I would have not been bullied. Almost all my life I had been bullied, I'm pretty sure that it started from something innocent coming from a girl with no self-confidence, but it evolved into her having so much hold onto me. She destroyed all the self confidence I had, and I couldn't get away from her, because, unfortunately, she is my sister, or I might say she was my sister because I don't consider her as my sister anymore. Sometimes I wonder if this was just normal sister relationship, and I am just weak. I let a little scream out when a cat passed, running, through my legs, pulling me out of my thought. The door from a apartment complex opened and a man appeared.
"You okay young lady?" asked the man
"Yeah, sorry for the scream, a cat scared me" I answered
I continued my way but soon enough, I felt a hand grabbing my arm. I turned around abruptly to see the man standing so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face,
"don't you think that you should thank me for making sure you were okay?" he said with a scary smile on his face and his eyes looking at me like a peace of meat
"Let me go!" I screamed trying to get out of his grip
I soon enough understood that I didn't have any chances against him. I screamed and that made him really angry. He punched me in the face and I lost balance and fell ont the ground. He kicked me in the stomach and took advantage of my short breath to try and drag me to his appartment. It was not long before I was screaming again and again while he was still trying to drag me to the apartment complex. My back was facing him as I fought with everything that I had. Suddenly, the grip he had on me disappeared and I felt down on the hard concrete. I looked up to see what appeared to be a young woman about my age and a man not much older. I couldn't see their face because it was to dark but the man seem really imposing. He was holding my aggressor by the neck and the woman was looking at me.