I wasn't thinking of writing a story, but I suddenly started writing this story.. I know it's not good, I'm not a great writer. But here it is.. please comment it if you liked it and read it. This is chapter one.. (I haven't came up with a title) but you can recommend me titles too


The cold, unemotional expression left her panting. She clutched her fists together, angrier than ever and attempted to swing. Strong hands shoved her back hard, causing her to fall to the floor, gasping. The three bullies laughed as they grinned at their victory. Then they drew themselves closer, crossing their arms in front of them. Murmurs filled the hallway. The giant bullies surrounded her now; smiling, proud of what they had done. One of them gestured the boys to come with them, as he left. "Let's go." The two boys followed him, and they turned back to her while the leader wasn't looking. One of them had a sympathetic look on their faces, and he mouthed something.
"Jerk!" She screamed, trying to lift herself up, but she felt weak now. She rested her tired, sweaty shaking hands on her knees, and hid her head on it. Then she cried, cried due to failure of standing up for herself, and tired of the life she had to live through. She could hear kids laughing and people saying things about her, but she didn't care. Just as she lifted her head up, footsteps approached her. Looking up, she stared wide eyed at a tall boy next to her, extending his hand towards her.
"You okay?" He asked, his expression bewildered, his eyes filled with warmth. She stared at him, unbelieving. She took his hand and he held her up, grabbing her arms tightly. "What.. happened?" He then asked her, his mouth opened slightly. She was embarrassed; she had cut scratches and bruises on her face, her lip was bleeding, and she even thought her ribs were broken. She was about to say something, but a hard push trudged her. Gasping, she was unable to keep her balance, and shut her eyes hard . She knew she would break another rib..
But then just when she thought she was going to fall, she felt as if she was being held onto a carrier. Shocked, she glanced up seeing the same boy holding her, against his chest. "Watch where you're going!" He shouted at the kid who bumped her. Then he faced her, his face concerned. "Are you alright?" Nodding, she weakly pulled herself up from him. Her cheeks turned red, like roses. He took her hand and placed it in his, his warm and soft, and headed towards the hallway.
"Where are we going?" She asked him, her voice shaking every time she spoke a word. He didn't look at her, but kept walking ahead.
"To the nurse. First we've got to clear those cuts, then I'm taking you to the office to clear things up." She tried to shake off his hand, but he was too strong. He held onto her with a tight grip. "What are you doing?" He said.
"Let go of me!" She cried, unable to escape his hold, "I don't want to go to the office! Or the nurse! It's not like they would help me.. everyone in this world hates me.. hates me so much.." She let out a sob and tears ran down her cheeks as she blinked drastically trying to blink away the tears. She could feel his hold softening, and finally he let go.
"What... did you say?" He inquired, his tone changing. She hesitated for a moment, and turned her back on him. She didn't know what to say--she couldn't tell him everything. He would think she was a crazy freak, and probably never talk to her again. But instead, she didn't want to say anything. She didn't know what to say. As fast she could, she ran with all of her strength, but her enervate leg gave up on her. She descended to the floor, crashing hard as she only heard faint voices echoing in her head. She couldn't get up. She could only hopelessly rest there, and cry until her eyes were red. She miserably thought to herself, is this my faith?