Act 7

After what happened, none of them could communicate with the girl, it seems that the earth had swallowed her. So many messages, so many calls, no matter how much they did, it was all in vain. She was refusing to have contact with them again.

The days passed and passed, she did not know what to do to get out of the pain she was in. She felt very lonely, but despite that she would not back down from her decision, it was definite that she would have a new beginning without anyone by her side.

The only problem was in the school, she there she could not avoid running into them unless she was hiding very well and she was an expert in doing it. Nothing but two years left to graduate and be able to get away from her at the end of all that, she then she would have the opportunity to start in a place where no one knew her.

When Christmas arrived, she finally decided to leave her room and have dinner with her family, everyone was worried about her, is more, her mother decided to send her to the psychologist because it was not normal that she had been locked up for so long and leave all contact with others. Of course she at first she refused saying they were exaggerating, but then they made her see reason.

The week after Christmas she was on her way to a therapy center, only her family at her house knew that she would go to that place and she preferred it so the rest of her relatives, especially her father, did not He was very much a believer in this type of medicine. At first, it took time for him to gain confidence with the woman who was her therapist, it was after several sessions that he managed to vent about her and open up completely to her.

It was the end of the year and the only thing she wanted was to be able to live in peace, she and she did not want nor she needed any more friends, it had been enough with all the ones she was. She yearning with all her heart that the following year would be a better celebration with her family.

The rest of her vacation was spent on a trip to the beach with her father and the rest of her other family, it was like a respite from everything that had happened the previous year and it was also helpful for strengthening. That family trip made her change her way of being a lot, she was proud of herself and she wanted to tell her therapist about it.

She went back to class, the first day they were all waiting for her at the entrance of the school. She hid behind a group of people pulling up the hood of her sweatshirt, feeling quite afraid of being discovered, but achieving her goal of passing invisible in front of those people. Unfortunately, everything got worse when she entered her classroom, as always there were those girls who annoyed her without a doubt now she would make life impossible knowing that she no longer had anyone to protect her. But that did not make her back down from now on she would defend herself from anyone who wanted to harm her.

She pretended to be out of touch with those people while she went to the end of the room to her respective place, where she could be at ease without anyone bothering her. When she had a short break she decided to go to the park that was inside the establishment, but she did not count on one of her old friends following her closely. He held her hand so she wouldn't run away from her.

-Let me explain the things that happened that day please her, she begged him -it was all a misunderstanding-

-They were quite clear at the time- she let go of her grip -you don't need to make excuses to keep pretending-

-None of that was true, bone yes, but not completely- she approached her closer -we really love you and you are important, our friend-

-Enough of all this farce- she walked away she annoyed -I was just a hindrance to you and now you are free! She screamed.

Small tears fell from her eyes her pain was still present in her chest, she did not want to look weak but she could not help it. It was a couple of seconds where the boy approached her and kissed her holding her face. She took time to react to push him away and run from that place.

She wanted to hide, her first kiss had been stolen that way in less than pleasant circumstances. Always deep in her heart she idealized what it would be like to kiss someone she liked, to feel love for the first time. All of that had once again gone to waste.

She came to her classroom and she locked herself inside her to fall to the ground crying, she did not understand what was the mania of her life for making her go through such strong moments.

She did not realize that inside her there was a girl who was from her living room, she was staring at her until she decided to approach and crouch to be level with her.

-Something happened to make you cry like that? - I ask in a whisper -Whatever it is, there is a solution- she gently embraces her, patting her on the back

-U-One of my ex-friends forcibly kissed me and they also said horrible things about me- she stuttered between tears

-I understand, there is a short solution to any relationship with them and make them clear- she explained calmly -if that doesn't work you can talk to the director-

-I will follow your advice and talk to them in front, I will stop running away-I calm down little by little feeling comforted -thanks ... for your help-.

She at that moment she felt it herself, that she might not be entirely alone and that if she could trust again, even if she was in one person. When she was calmer she both went to the bathroom so she could wash her face and fix her hair.

-You have a very pretty face, you shouldn't hide it under your hair- she told him while she braided her hair carefully

-I do not like to stand out or attract attention, that's why I wear it lose- she commented a little sorry

-Well, that is about to change, from now on you will have a makeover and keep your forehead always high- she smiled at him as she finished braiding her hair.

She did not recognize herself as she contemplated her reflection in the mirror she looked completely different, but she liked her. Maybe that was what she needed a new style for.

<For the first time I feel comfortable with my image> -she confessed to her new friend with a shy smile-

(to be continued)