All I Need Is Love.

ONE

The sound of the alarm clock ringing for the fifth time drove me out of my sleep, stretching my hand forward lazily to switch off the alarm clock and checking the time, I found out that I was late. It was 8am and I was still in bed when I had an early class by 8:20 am and going to class late meant that my grades would drop drastically and I wouldn't be able to go to the best university in town.

“Fvck, I am late, I can’t believe I overslept again,” I said to myself while jumping up from the bed. I quickly took my bath, not checking if the water was hot, warm, or cold, and of course, it was cold. I yelped out in a loud moan as I allowed the cold water to run through my body. I quickly got dressed in baggy jeans and a big size T-shirt and I was racing out of the house to catch the last bus heading to school. About my love for baggy clothes, I am not exactly the kind of girl who loves to expose every part of her body or wear tight clothes to show her body shape. I found it disgusting and irritating. Now back to my story. I quickly hopped on the bus and got off. I raced towards the classroom when suddenly I felt myself being slammed against the wall with a loud bang. I winced out loud from the pain because I felt my spinal cord hurting like hell.

Who could have done this early in the morning? What wicked person could have done this?? Opening my eyes, wow, guess what, it was my number one most hated guy ever, my worst nightmare, and the only person who bullied me in school, no other person than Williams Thomas?

“You bastard, how dare you report me to the school authorities yesterday? Thanks to you, I have to do all the cleaning before and after school,” then turning to his friends, “guys, this is the dumb ass that I was telling you guys about,” Williams said while showing me to his friends. His voice was loud and together with the pain I felt in my back which I used in hitting the wall, I felt my head ringing and my eyes drifting off.

“What did I do wrong? All I did was report a thief to the school authorities. No sane human would break into the lecturer’s office to steal his phone and his wallet when lectures were going on. It’s only someone sick in the head and heading for destruction that can do that. Next time, make sure you check your environment or rather your surroundings properly before you decide to steal from a lecturer. Use your dull brain to know that you shouldn’t steal from a school when students are around and lectures are going on” I spat out at the top of my voice without thinking of what would happen to me, damn me and my loud mouth. I just did it again. I landed myself a free ticket to hell.

Honestly, what the fvck is wrong with me? Do I have to say every damn thing my brain thinks? For once, I think I am the foolish one and my brain is dumb also. Why can’t I use my brain and shut the fvck up for once and not speak? Now I have to kiss myself goodbye because right now I just got myself a death wish to hell? Stupid, stupid me.

This is one of my many problems. Apart from being quiet and introverted with little or no friends, I always say whatever my brain thinks without thinking if to say it out or voice it in, but hell no, my mouth won’t just close up, it always opens up to say it. Now I have got myself into a bigger trouble. How can I escape from this?

Williams' face twisted up in anger and I could see his eyes becoming red, the look of 'you are a dead person' was written all over his face and then he clenched his hands in a fist, with that I knew I was done for and nobody, I mean nobody was going to save me this time, me and my stupid mouth and brain. He slammed his hand against the wall an inch from my face. I flinched from the sound it made even when it was a wall, it was loud. I swallowed hard on my saliva, which made him smirk.

“Looks like you are scared kitty, at least your body is different from your mouth and brain, you nasty pig,” he said with a smile on his face while raising my bent head up through my hair.

“Hahahhahahhhaha” I laughed out loud and then spat on his face before continuing my statement, “have you forgotten a pig has so much power and potential, that a pig can run into a human, sending the human up into the sky? Oh, and sometimes killing humans when angry. Imagine what this pig can do to you,” I said while removing his hand from my hair and shoving him back with my hands.

“Meaning?” Snared Williams.

“Meaning that this pig here can beat your sorry ass up and send you flying up in the sky or better still break every little bone in your body,” I said to him. I knew I had no strength. I am just a tiny slim little girl who can’t even hurt a fly or that annoying mosquito in my room, let alone hurt or even beat a human who was two times bigger than me, huge and way too taller than I am. With Williams's height, I do wonder why he didn’t major in basketball instead of majoring in accounting.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha,” Williams's laugh brought me back to reality where I was in a big mess, “so you think a tiny fly like you can hurt me, right? Hmmm well let’s see about that” the end of his statement came with a punch hitting me directly on my stomach, making me hit my back on the same wall again. I bit my tongue from screaming out loud, thinking that one punch was all he was going to give me, but I was shocked as another punch landed on my stomach again and then on my face. I lost count at the 10th punch. To crown it, all his stupid friends were cheering him up to punch me harder.

Some told him to break my leg or my hand, such wicked friends. I felt my legs getting weaker at each punch he threw at me and finally, my legs finally gave way and I crumpled on the ground, thinking my falling on the ground would make him stop, but instead he decided to use his legs to kick me while I used both of my hands to cover my face so he won’t have to touch my face. When he had his fill, he adjusted his clothes and then spat on me. He was about to leave when my voice made him halt on the spot.

“I thought with that height and muscle of yours, your punch would send me flying, but guess what you punch like a girl, “I said while cleaning the blood from my nose and mouth. I got a cut on my lower lip which was bleeding badly and then on my left eye a little cut was seen there.

Realizing what I had said, I quickly used my hands to cover my mouth, but it was too late. The words were out already and Williams heard it all, even if he was going to forgive me before, but now he won’t and right now I am going to die for real this time. I used the wall as a wedge and raised myself while closing my eyes, waiting for my death with an open arm.

Williams turned back around with a snare, “are you trying to get killed by me? Well, thank your lucky stars you just got your wish granted” he said, as he was about to punch me in my face when a lecturer stopped him.

“What's going on here, Williams?” he asked him.

“Nothing sir, I was just playing with her a little bit”.

“Ha, I see, with her bleeding and stuff, now all of you to the VC’s office right now” he ordered us. On getting to the VC’s office we were ordered to stand outside while he called us one after the other and I happened to be the last person to be called in, with my face all beaten up and blood stains all over my clothes, I walked into the VC’s Office, where I was asked a lot of question and was told to tell them what happened without leaving any information behind, which I did.

Who would want to lie in a situation like this? I was ready to make them pay for my face, being an introvert and a shy person and also someone who doesn't get into any trouble and lived a peaceful school life. I was slow at explaining things to them, and finally, I was done explaining things to them. Then I was asked if Williams and his friends were the only ones who bullied me and I shook my head no and I was told to mention names, which I did.

I was informed by the VC that my mum was coming and immediately I was scared and afraid. I was so scared and worried at the same time. I was worried if she would feel any sympathy for me and also scared if she would reign insults at me and called me a weakling for been bullied and pushed around by both boys and girls.

When she finally arrived, the VC told her everything that had happened and then she asked if they would be punished thoroughly and the VC nodded his head. My mum looked at my battered face and said nothing as she walked by me signaling me to follow her, which I sluggishly followed after her. Our ride home was a bit awkward and scary, neither of us said anything and the silent treatment she was giving me was killing me slowly inside and out. Couldn’t she at least say something or yell at me or even slap me or pat me on the back and end this suspense?

When we arrived at our home, she refused to say anything to me, and instead she gave me the silent treatment. When we got into the house she went straight to the medicine cabinet and took out the first aid kit to treat my injuries.

“I can do this myself mum, you don’t have to worry about it,” I said, trying to get the first aid kit from her hands.

“We have decided to move” she finally spoke to me, making me freeze on the spot. Wait, why are we moving all of a sudden? I wanted to ask but she continued speaking before I could.

“I never wanted to move out of this neighborhood because it’s peaceful and calm, but since it has become a habit of yours for you to get bullied and beaten up to pup every single day of your life, I told your stepdad to work on a transfer and a promotion. So he was given both,” she paused for a few seconds, “I just want to get you to a safe place where nobody can hurt you or lay a finger on you ever again,” she said with a sympathetic look in her eyes, then she continued.

“I know I haven’t been the best mum, neither is your dad the best. I haven’t really been there for you in a way a mother should be there for her daughters and we also don’t have a mother and daughter bond, but I just want you to know that I will protect you and I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“Where are we moving to?” I managed to ask her after finding my words back.

“Seoul, your dad got a promotion and a transfer to Seoul in South Korea. I think these changes will definitely help you and you will be free from those bullies bullying you. You won’t get hurt again, I promise you. I am sorry for the pain” she said while patting my head.

I was shocked at her behavior. This was very strange and very unlike her. What changed? I simply nodded my head at her last word , she hardly showed me this affection or this love especially when my dad was around. She always nagged and cursed at me. No matter what I did, it was never pleasing to him. I was a weird girl with no manners, no thinking and couldn’t control her mouth, even though I am shy and an introvert.

That’s why my dad hates everything about me and whatever will make my step-dad happy with their children, whenever the child does, it will irritate my dad. Then mum will join him and each time she nags and insults me in the presence of my dad it always makes him happy. I guess that’s why my mum always does it. A parent insulting and nagging hurts more than when bullied or friends insult you.

I just went along with the flow of traveling because I got nothing to loose in this place. Sarah, who will miss me a tiny bit, and will definitely forget me in a twinkle of an eye. I had no boyfriend, nothing, just me and myself alone. So I won’t be feeling sad or bad. I can’t make friends because of my introverted personality and sometimes I wonder what Sarah saw in me when she decided to make me a friend. A lonely, sorrowful, disgusting introvert like me, a girl who has no filter and can’t control what comes out of her mouth or what she thinks.

They were all scared of me because they all thought I would expose their secrets to others because my mouth says everything my brain thinks. Will I be able to change this unfiltered personality of mine and will someone be able to change me?

“How - how l? I - I -meant how’s the preparation and - and - when are we leaving?” I stammered as I asked my mum the question.

“Tomorrow, we are leaving by 8pm. Every single thing has been taken care of. Why don’t you go to your room, arrange your things and get everything set and ready,” she said to me.

“Okay mum,” I said as I climbed the stairs up to my room. My mum said they got everything prepared, meaning our flight ticket has been booked and that also means my dad has even bought a house in Seoul or is the company going to get him on? Judging from the kind of things my dad loves, it means the house would be well equipped and furnished to his taste. I took my luggage out and started packing my things inside. When I was fully done, I heaved a sigh of relief as I fell on my bed hoping that this new place would be way much better than here.

I hope I will be able to make friends in Seoul and get to hang out like the way teenagers my age are meant to. I finally slept off.