"Hey, I heard that Kayn and Zayn were already caught by the police."
"What?! But what about Bella? Was she killed?"
"No, she didn't die, but I think her friend died.."
"If she considered him as a friend."
...
[ Belladonna's Point of View ]
In this world, don't expect anything from anyone.
What happened a year ago, I buried it in the past.
Because the past will destroy you.
People will leave, and you must continue to live.
....
I'm still entering the same middle school where everything began. 
But not a single memory remained.
"Bella, how are you, sister?" 
"What do you need?" I glared at Angel.
"Why so rude? I'm just asking if how are you. You know, I've never seen you for a year, and here you are on the second year of middle school." She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me.
"I don't need you to ask me as if you really care," I responded without looking at her.
She suddenly choked my neck with both of her hands, and my eyes widened by what she did.
"Are you shocked? Hahaha! Why did you even come back? Don't you even have respect for your friend? You dragged him along with you and caused him to die. Don't you feel any remorse for - what's his name again? Jameson?" She uttered in a low voice.
I couldn't help myself, so I punched her in the face. She fell down and cried for help. 
She started all these, and now she's acting like the victim?
"Hey, what's happening here?" A guy with a red mohawk hairstyle with piercings all over his face interfered and looked at Angel and me.
He looks so worried for her. Is he her boyfriend?
"Babe." Angel cried and placed her head in this guy's chest.
Cringe. They both look so ugly. What a match.
"What did you do to her?" The guy aggressively walked to me and clenched his fist.
"She started it first. I guess you should try to discipline your girl better." I replied and turned around, but he grabbed my hair and slapped me so hard.
This was the first time I felt someone hit me again.
Jameson, why do you have to leave me?
I held my cheek and threw dagger stares at the guy.
I fiercely went towards him and said, "Don't ever bother me again." I thrust a sharpened pencil to the outer skin of his ears and pressed it with all of my remaining energy.
He screamed in pain, and the whole class was just looking at us.
"If you put your noses on my business once again, I'll do something worse than this." I removed the pencil, and it's now full of blood. 
All eyes were on me. I dropped the pencil full of blood and proceeded back to my seat.
When will school end anyway? 
Some guys entered the classroom and helped Angel's boyfriend, who kept screaming in pain.
A group of girls was also behind them. They were glaring at me while twirling some strands of their hair.
They're so annoying. 
"What is the fuss here? Students! Go back to your respective classrooms!"
The homeroom teacher screamed, so the students who didn't belong here went outside in an instant.
Angel stood up and scowled at me.
"You better stay out of our way, Bella." She muttered and went to her seat.
Whatever.
...
Classes for this day ended in just a blink of an eye. 
It's the first time I have to go home alone. When I started school, I always went to school and went home with -
Nevermind. 
I grabbed my backpack and attempted to go outside the classroom, but Angel and the girls a while back blocked my way.
I went to the left, to the right, but they kept blocking me.
"Hey, what's your problem?" I asked calmly.
A tall girl with a tattoo on her face approached me.
"You are the problem." She said while firmly pressing her pointer finger on my forehead.
I looked at her and went closer. They took steps backward.
"I told you to stop going into my way." I chuckled.
I bumped my shoulders to them and aggressively passed through them.
"Hey, come back here!" I heard one lady scream.
Catch me if you can, brats.
...
I walked home to my apartment and opened my bag.
As soon as I opened it, it was full of red-colored paint!
What the heck? Who did this?
Angel, you witch. 
I cleaned the bag, and my hands were so red. They were like blood covering my skin.
After I finished cleaning and taking a  bath, I opened my phone because it kept vibrating.
Various students were messaging me.
K: Hoy, Bella! What did you just do? Don't you know them?
J: Bella, run for your life.
H: They're like the biggest gang in the school right now. Maybe you should stop stepping into their lives already.
Y: Tomorrow, your body will be found lifeless in the bathroom, for sure.
What are they saying? Angel and her boyfriend are a part of some kind of gang?
I sighed heavily and turned off the notification of my phone. It doesn't matter if they're the strongest gangs or are the children of the president.
I never started anything. It's them who stepped into my business in the first place.
...
The next day, I didn't have any energy to go to school, but I had no choice.
I need to make my grades better to enter a good college university. Once I become a psychologist, I'll understand more about emotions.
Emotions just make people weak.
I changed my bag because the one I used yesterday was still wet. 
As I stepped out of my door, the cold air breeze touched my skin, and I shivered. 
*Kriing! Kriing !*
I grabbed my phone in my pocket and saw someone calling me. I answered it immediately with a perplexed face.
"Hello, Bella? You better not come here to school yet. The gangsters are waiting for you." The anxious voice on the other side said.
"Really? That must be fun!" I smirked and ended the call.
Ah, they won't stop, huh?
...
"Here she is!"
"All hail queen Bella for bravely stabbing the gangster king!"
"You're dead after a second!"
I walked through the hallway and heard these voices. 
Then I saw Angel and her boyfriend, with a bandaid on his ear. 
They look so ugly and angry. 
I looked at both of them and smiled, "What a cute couple. Now, please stop blocking my way?" 
"You psycho, I'll get rid of you!" The mohawk guy approached me, but I spat my saliva at him as soon as he could touch me.
Deserved.
He looked so disgusted and immediately wiped the saliva.
"What's that for?!" He said and expressed grimace.
"It's to clean that ugly and dirty face of yours," I whispered at his ear and rolled my eyes at them.
Early in the morning, and they're getting into my nerves.
"Pst, that's so brave of you. But I'm worried because they might hurt you." My seatmate mumbled to me when I sat down. 
"I'm used to people hurting me, so I don't feel pain at all already." I looked at her and smiled.
She has a big square eyeglass, and her hair is tightly ponytailed with a red ribbon. She has freckles and a mole on her upper lip.
She just looked at me like I was a superhero who saved her life from a villain. 
I felt awkward, so I just turned my head from her. 
"Can I be friends with you?" She asked.
My eyes widened with what she said.
Friends? I never had a friend before.
Jameson, was he my friend?
"Uhm... I'm sorry, but - "
"Oh, shh... don't be sorry, I totally understand. It must be sad losing a friend." She muttered and looked down.
Losing a friend? Who? Jameson?
Jameson isn't my friend. He left me.
"Uhm... I'm fine with having a friend." I unintentionally replied.
I need to know what it means to be someone's friend.
To understand how Jameson felt when he said I was his friend.
"Really? You wanna be friends with me?" The girl beside me smiled from ear to ear.
"Yeah. You can be my experiment buddy." I responded flatly.
She looked confused by what I said, but she smiled at me again.
"You know, I never had a friend before." She silently spoke with a tone of sadness and gloom.
"Last year, I always wanted to approach you and be your friend, but you were always with that guy. I've been bullied since elementary because I look ugly, and when I saw you yesterday standing against those gangsters, I felt somewhat satisfied." She continued and smiled softly.
"You know, you're so brave, but they can do the worst things to you if you keep standing against them."
"But why aren't the teachers giving a damn about them?" I asked.
"Because they threaten the students. If they speak, they'll get killed. Since you're my friend now, please stay away from them already. I can't protect you from them." She looked at me worriedly.
Why am I getting flashbacks of Jameson?
He promised me he would stay with me and protect me.
But now, he's nowhere to be found.
"Don't leave me," I spoke at her.
Her eyes widened, and she smiled at me once again.
"Yup, I won't."