Chapter 31

DIAMOND



It’s another day to act like I’m fine as though I'm not going insane any time soon or pretend like I’m fine. I’m fucking not okay, not after what those devils did to me.



I had to sacrifice myself because I wanted Jane to watch her brother get beaten by the new popular students in school. And I know they still have a lot under their selves; it doesn’t end there.



Amanda is the one who is driving; I can’t lay my fingers on anything. I wanted to skip school today, but I don’t want to miss out on anything about Jane and her so-called brother.



My entire body hurts. My fingers can barely function, and that’s why I haven’t been able to reply to chats since my phone has been popping up with text messages, and I’m wondering what is happening and why the heck my phone is about to blow up with messages.



I noticed the messages are from our class group chat, and I noticed some missed calls as well. I couldn’t respond to anyone; I’ve been trying to put myself together.



Every part of my body hurts, my throat feels burned, and I'm tired. That means I definitely couldn't have driven safely without getting into a crash.



Maybe I would have considered driving so I can get myself killed, and that way I will be able to meet dad.



Sounds great, doesn't it?



I sigh as I walk myself to class. The bad memory from last night reminds me of Sebastian, and I noticed he hasn’t called me like he usually does as my fucking bully.



It’s kind of weird that I’ve neither received a call from him nor a text message since Harper dropped me off.



It’s not that I’m expecting his message; I just know, as a bully, he ought to have messaged.

But a part of me is grateful anyway, because right now I don’t want to speak to anyone.



I crave to be on my own at the moment, after all the torture I went through.



In a few seconds, I should prepare myself to walk into my class because I’m at the entrance now.



I take in a sharp breath before I walk in, and as I do, I notice something is off. The aura is different, and until I look closely, I realize the three transferred students are not in class. My three bullies are nowhere to be found. Is that supposed to be good or bad news?



I don’t know which one it is. Maybe both, with different reasons on my path.



They are usually early to class, and it probably should be so late now because I’m never early to school most of the time; I’m apparently late today.



It wasn’t my fault anyway. I made up my mind to be early to school today, but I couldn’t because I had to convince Amanda that I was okay to come to school in my state.



It took me a while to make her accept, and when she did, she argued on driving me to school. It was the only way to make it to school, so I accepted.



I’m about to walk inside the classroom when I notice the professor is already in the class and started teaching.



But what made my mouth wide open and restricted my voice from working was when I spot Jane at my seat.



No, she never sits in that region, and secondly, she’s holding something like a piece of paper in her hands. I want to scream, but I can’t; the professor might punish me for it.



I watch the bitch throw the piece of paper into my locker and walk back to her seat. I wonder how the professor didn’t notice her steps; he couldn’t since he’s backing the class and writing on the board.



I sneak in into the class so that he doesn’t take note of me; hence, I will face his wrath, and honestly, I’m not prepared for it now.



I sneak in and head for my seat. By the time he turns to face the class, I’m already seated and desperately looking for the paper that she put in my locker.



I found it, “You think you won, bitch? I promise you it isn’t going to end like that. I will make sure your punishment gets uglier. Or maybe I should give them a video of you fucking the professor for real?

Fucking bitch, I hate the day I met you. And I wished the animal had thoroughly eaten your dad up before they found his body.”



Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.



My eyes are already bleeding with tears and blood. She wished my dad had been eaten thoroughly by the animal.



Wait, how does she know that an animal bit my dad? The cops didn’t mention that. They only said my dad’s accident was caused by an animal who stood in the middle of the road and accidentally crashed the car against a tree in the woods.



Jane’s dad is a cop; did she get that information from him? I squeeze the paper into my hands as I struggle with the cry that tempts to escape from my lips.



I need to ask him. If truly my dad was also bitten, why didn’t he tell me? Why keep it away from me?



Her eyes meet mine, and she grins, but my eyes harden, digging my nails into my palm as I squeeze the paper.



And as I squeeze the paper, my nails dig deep into my palm, and I feel my flesh ripping apart due to anger.



“So class, that will be all for today.” The professor ends his class but points out to me as he’s about to walk out of the class. “Diamond, I noticed you haven’t been active in class. I want you to read on the next topic on history and come to my office with your well-written work.”





“Yes, sir.” I gulp with the whisper. I’m trying so hard not to burst out in tears or let my anger rip out of me because what I have in mind now is attacking Jane and probably giving her the beating of her life.



“What the fuck was this, Jane?” I blink the tears away. She smirks, taking her backpack up her shoulder and walking out of the class.



I’m about to stop her from walking out on me when my bullies step in. They certainly won’t let me walk away so I can catch up with Jane.



I grit my teeth instead as I run my hands into my hair in despair. Does she know something that I don’t?