Chapter 222 A Horrible Childhood 2 (1/2)

Inna gave Raghnall a small glare before continuing as though she didn't hear what he said.

”Anyways, I was a smart kid. The smartest and the cutest in that class--sush!”

Inna quickly destroyed Raghnall's plan. He was surely going to argue with her about it again judging from his scrunched up face expressing his complaint. So, she shut him up before he could even have a chance.

”And aside from those two qualities, I was also the youngest. That's most likely why it didn't take long for the whispers to transform into a more… direct approach.”

Inna paused for a short while as she felt all the playfulness from before leaving her.

She sighed tiredly.

The heaviness of all the emotions hidden behind those memories was starting to get to her.

”They… at first, it started with the usual whispers… then whenever I cross paths with any one of them, they would harshly shove my shoulder as they passed me by. I didn't think much of it on the first time it happened, but as days passed, it reached the point where my shoulders would be horribly bruised at the end of the day.”

Another sigh escaped from Inna as she remembered the hard pains she had to endure while she hid the bruises from her nanny. Back then, she didn't want to stop going to school even though those things were happening to her. That's because she felt more like a normal human being in that school unlike when she was at home. Being all alone all the time at home made her feel as though she was nothing more than a doll, a decoration used by her parents in order to get what they want.

And so, being the naive little shit, she hid everything from them.

”The bruises… they were bearable, to say the least. And so, it didn't really bother me much aside from when I try to carry things. And I guess when they saw how unaffected I was with their actions, they surely felt unsatisfied. After all, their goal was to make a rise out of me.”

”And so, when they realized their shoving did nothing much. After a few weeks, it changed into something else. Their actions got bolder, actually. They started messing with my things, my locker, my chair, my tables--everything that was owned by me, they marked it.”

”They carved morbid words into my things, ripped them apart, and dirtied them with god knows what. In order to tune them out, I focused immensely on studies and so, in the span of just a year, I became the smartest in our grade. And being the smartest, the teachers started to take notice of me and because of that, their bullying of me decreased in fear of being caught by the teachers.”

”And so, for about a year, their actions degenerated back to whispering and messing with my stuff. They didn't dare to be flashy about it so they stopped the carvings and public displays of violence like their shoving. And in that year, a new transfer student came in as well.”

”I… forgot her name… But that transfer student was apparently a daughter from my parents' business partners. I was told by my parents to befriend her or get on her good graces so that I could actually have a friend in school. The teachers must've told them that, huh. But even if my parents told me that, I still didn't have the courage to walk up to someone and be sociable.”