A Life Changing Morning

Instantly, ignoring the pain rushing across my arms and legs, I walked down the lane. The sky had worn a dark shawl with a small glinting stone spread all across it twinkling in the darkness. Tiredness was stubbornly ruling over my body, as I supported my figure through the street leading to my house.

A one-story house with only one room, an open kitchen, and a congested washroom in it. The space was more than enough for my survival as I was living alone. 

I lost my family even before I became sensible enough to know that on this planet people usually have a group of individuals with the same blood, whom they call family.

Till my early years, I used to believe that God had sent me alone on this planet. However, when I moved to my high school and opted for science subjects and studied human biology, I realized that I was wrong all these years.

I was not sent alone by God. He must have made some other humans a source to bring me into this world.

So, my first thought was, whether I ever had a family. And who were they? Where are they now?

Questions like these rain heavily on my brain whenever I think about this topic. It does no good to me than making me overthink a lot of possibilities without any end.

Despite the urge to know about my parents or siblings, if I have any. I end up leaving all hopes of ever finding them because I knew no one could tell me about them or even about the past when I was so little to have a sense or to remember anything.

Sometimes, on the curtain of my memory pops bizarre images, some faces I could never recognize, and some voices I could never decipher. 

It seems like they were talking in an alien language.

Yet, I never bothered myself so much to get to know about it.

A mystery remained a mystery because of my clumsiness which was one of the reasons for my being so overweight.

I pushed the door open and supported my figure through it. A warm mist embraced me in its flimsy arms like a motherly figure. 

Sluggishly, I tossed my bag over the couch and then thrust my body.  I could feel my body aching like hell. 

I believed that was the worst day, not knowing a more appalling, and bizarre day was awaiting me ahead.

Despite this, I wanted to miss school and rest all day to give my scars the chance to heal. I just couldn't do as I wished. That's, I guess, the case with almost everyone.

"Hey, Bunny!" My neighbor next door yelled with his head showing out of the small window of his kitchen opening to the road.  

He often called me by dainty names, and I never felt offended by it, because I could send the love hidden in it. His voice through high but his tone contains the warmness of a fatherly figure.

I passed him a slight smile and waved at him as I walked past. 

Everything was seemingly usual. The birds were flying across the sky with their chirping filling the air with the sweetness of their lively voices. The leaves were rustling carelessly as the slightest gush of wind kissed through them and some showered down onto the earth. 

My bus had already arrived around the corner of the street, students were climbing into it, pushing each other aside, and getting over each other in havoc. Everyone wanted to get served a seat at the front, by the window, and near the driver who he playing a song of "everyone's favorite" by BTS. Due to the loud chatter, the sound could not reach the back which makes everyone quarrel to get in first. Making my way through them, I managed to climb up and onto the bus.

I never got lucky enough to sit at the front and enjoy that musical ride to the school because of my size, I always had to sit at the back where the seats were comparatively more spacious. 

My leg hit the rod of the seat when I sat, and in an instant, all that pain of the previous day's fight rushed back to me. 

I winced and flinched. 

It gradually lessened. I closed my eyes, leaned my head against the window, and tried to feel it. A little comfort.

The fresh morning breeze began to wash my face and tickled my cheeks. Slowly it kissed my lips and swirled around my neck. I began to feel it now gradually crawling toward me. I felt solace, peace, and comfort fluttering to me. I could hear its wings flapping in the air and my breath calm. Slow. Slow. Slow.

It was just then, that the bus halted and stopped giving a harsh jerk. 

"What happened?" Confusedly I asked the boy sitting next to me, who was wearing a bizarre look on his face. I don't know why people around me pull on similar looks. 

"Am I too unpleasant to share a seat with?"

"We have arrived?" He peevishly said and shot up from the seat, next he mixed with other boys gathering around the exit door. 

Slowly, I woke up from my short nap, and patiently began waiting for the crowd to clear, so that I could walk out too.

The crowd began to lighten up, gradually when I turned down to pick up my bag. 

"Look, who's here!" A sharp yet similar voice echoed to me. Responsively, I pulled myself up to be greeted by an unpleasant shock. 'What are these guys here for now?' I wondered as all the pain from yesterday became alive once again. 

"Wha -what do you want now?"

I stammered.

Meanwhile, only a few students were left when I scrolled my orbs toward the exit door. Almost everyone had left as I looked there and therefore I was alone with the three of them. 

An eerie wave of fear perched up within me which made my soul terribly shiver. I couldn't help but consider all the things they could do to me.

"I told you yesterday. I don't remember owing you anything." Mustering up whatever little courage was left in me. I looked up into her eyes and said.

I winced my eyes and shrunken in my seat when I saw him coming closer to me, his small steps were suggesting his intentions. And I must say, it seemed like it could have been better.

Within no time, he plunged over me and grasped my necktie.  I felt my body stiffening and my spinal cord erecting as if it was the only thing I could do to defend myself from these mobsters.

He snapped his other hand on my shoulder and then his raspy, filthy, badly smelling voice crawled down my neck sending uncountable shivers down my spine. For instance, I had felt like my back was paralyzed and I would never be able to move out of there.

"You useless crap! You don't need to bother your fatty brain to remember more than it needs to." As he spoke to me, a spark glinted across his eyes which suggested his evil intentions.

Despite having the urge to yell louder for help. I swallowed the knot fear had made in my throat when the bus conductor luckily shouted from outside for them to get out.

It was just when I felt that the gloomy dark began to scatter away, and the day was saved somehow, only then did an unexpected thunder strike the heavens which slipped the metallic surface from below my feet. I felt like I was thrown out of the skies, (a nostalgic wave surrounded me like this wasn't the first time, I had experienced it ages ago). 

The moment was so abrupt and instantaneous that I couldn't make sense of it for a while. It seemed like I had lost all my senses to feel, process, cry, and even shouted. Only my hearing sense was vaguely sending signals to my brain which it had a hard time processing and I remember some distance laughter, clapping of hands as they rose high in the air, and the thudding boots clanking against the metallic surface of the bus and then resonated the loud sirens of silence blazing in my ear with an instant to pierced through the intricate tissues and damage the only sense left.

So did it.

It stopped, all the voices vanished or were crushed underneath the noise of boots shuffling into the bus now.

"Don't you hear me? I'm shouting for everyone to get out." He yelled aggressively at me.

Before his eyes really recognized what had happened to me.

Only then, I begin to revive my senses vaguely. At first, I could only sense that something had happened to me. Next, I looked at his face, staring down at me with his eyes filled with utter disbelief and shock. His face was showing a struggle to find out the kind of reaction he should give. Shocked or funny?

Neither I nor he knew.

"Yikes!" He seemed to win an argument with himself and came up with a solution. Sympathy.

His eyes were dripping in such a pathetic way that I sensed something really very disgusting must have happened to me.

Subsequently, I dragged my orbs down to investigate myself like a poor detective who was afraid of seeing anything against his will and wish.

Some noises began to play in my ear from a past memory. As the terrible vision played in front of my eyes. 

Zap -zap. Splash. Drip. Drip. Swish swish...

I could see the torn-off patches hanging from my shirt and some black patches on my thighs.

And...

My orbs attempted to read some inked character on my chest. 

Loser.

  

"Who did this to you?" I hear a voice pushing me to recall the incident my reel forgot to record.

"I- I..." As I tried to speak with my orbs stuck onto the torn-off shirt. A sudden realization hit me. Till now, I was so absentmindedly looking at him and myself that I forgot about it.

"How will I move out now?"