October 5th, 2012
Years passed since that day, 3 to be exact. I was 17 now, trying to leave my past behind despite what I was working through. I filed for emancipation last year and luckily got through. I had quit my first job, moving onto a second which paid more than what I was first getting too, luckily. I managed to start renting an apartment when I was 15. I was unfortunately homeless for almost a year after the incident so this felt like a win.
After that day not a single person from my family ever contacted me. But I felt fine with it. I knew the truth and I knew they would never listen in the first place. What was the point in trying? I was still in school too, a high school senior with high grades too.
I was walking down the hall like normal, looking at my old beat up phone I've had since 14. Scrolling through my camera at the pictures of the little girl I used to love and cherish. Unfortunately, not paying attention that day wouldnt end well. Within seconds, someone purposely pushed me. Sending me falling right into the one person you didn't want to mess with.
Unfortunately. That person is a bully. He was pissed off too, stomping on my hand as he yelled.
"do you have any idea what you just did!?"
"I'm sorry" I mumbled as I tried to grab my things, my hand stinging as I did so. "No. A simple fucking apology won't cut it freak" he spat at me while his friends laughed. I managed to see who pushed me and wasn't surprised to see it was Sarah. A rich douchbag who believed she could get away with anything.
"I really didn't mean to. I was push-" I was cut off before my sentence even ended. Crushing my hand harder, he glared. "I don't give a damn if the whole world came crashing down on you and you had to dodge. You just made me drop my coffee on my fucking shoes" he angrily responded. One of his friends whispered in his ear and he smirked, never a good sign. "You know what?" He said, still smiling.
"I think you need to learn your place around here freak." He chuckled, then, without missing a beat. He smashed my phone under his heel, destroying it instantly.
"HEY!" I yelled in protest but one of his friends grabbed my shoulders, keeping me on the ground to watch. "Maybe next time you decide to bump into anyone..." He grabbed me by my jaw, raising my teary face up to look at him. "You shouldn't look like such a freak." He threw me back on the ground, I landed with a thud.
I knew I looked different but I never thought it would've gotten this bad. After the accident I developed a rare kind of heterochromia. My left eye turned red as a result and the doctors told me it wasn't harmful. There was also a small chance my other eye could switch from the rare green color I had to red as well. Every single person at the high school I went to loved to call me a freak just because I was albino. My perfect white skin and pure white hair made me a target for a lot of things which was bullshit.
I was lucky enough to be left alone most of the time because people thought I was contagious. Maybe my looks were also why my parents were emotionally Absent then abandoned me. Both me and yuka had white hair, yuka had blue eyes though.
As he crushed my phone again, someone yelled out "the last thing she has of her dead sister is on there". First I thought it was someone caring until people started laughing. Then I realized they were mocking me. The dude bent down, grabbing the phone and snapping it in half. Memory card and all.
The teacher walking by looked at us, shook his head and said "be careful with your playing" before muttering "boys will be boys". At that moment, all is aw was red. This world wouldn't give me justice. It wouldn't give yuka justice. So I would have to take it. Almost instantly, I jumped on the guy. Slamming his head into the ground hard.
He cried out in pain as screams broke out. Blood covering the fresh tile. In that moment, I didn't care about what would happen. All I knew was I'd get my own justice. I didn't stop until I was forced off by two administrators.
They marched me to the office, the guy still screaming in pain behind us. When I was put on the office I was told off by the principal. But even he knew he couldn't do anything without getting in trouble because of the bullying that had been going on.
I was only suspended for 5 days for what I did to him. Long enough for him to recover enough. I didn't mind since it allowed me to work more. Doing manual labor and garden work for 20 dollars an hour wasn't bad either.
Those five days passed fast. Before I knew it, I was walking the halls in the building again. This time was different though, not a single person called me a freak. Nobody tripped me. Nobody bothered me. I walked past the guy that had crushed my phone and watched as he flinched backwards and rushed away.
That simple act made me incredibly happy that I had done that. He learned his lesson, and we all knew it. That is the day I learned. If I wanted justice in this world. Id have to take it myself.