About 1 year 2 months had passed. I was still waiting for Jay. Life was still miserable. Everything was at it's usual. Bullies etc. or as I though it was. It all happened way back to 4 months ago, it was January 19, 2007.

>At Home<

"Dad! Stop, please.. stop! It hurts! Dad, dad.. Stop.." I plead while crying. My dad was put through a lot of pressures and stress from his job. The economic is corrupting. My dad's salary has been cut for the whole 5 months, and he have been struggling to find a way to pay all the bills. My educations result dropped due to all the stress and pressure I have to go through almost like everyday. So the scholarship-sponsor group stop paying for my school fees and all. My dad and I were on a state or hardships. Everything was just not in place and messed up. My brain felt tangle, I'm confuse. My stomach felt twisted,  and I felt like puking. I just stood there, pleading, kept on crying. I'm was sobbing violently. The pain, it hurts so much. "Dad..stop, dad-'' I kept on pleading and pleading but no matter how he just won't stop. I guess I'm now 'his punching bag', is that it? He just continued there caning me then locked me in the store room and not give me food for the night, sometime maybe even the whole day or half the day. I didn't even get any water to dink. The store room felt cold and dark. It was full of dust. "Luckily I'm not allergy to dust," I thought. I was always scared of insects, especially spiders. But by now I got used to it. The store room was filled with card-board boxes and has quite few spiders at least. My clothes was a bit torn by the sides and sleeves. It was a very cold winter night. I keep knocking on the door while pleading daddy to open it until I got tired. I shivered, there was some crack in the store room's small window so the cold winter breeze escape in from there. I shivered again. I felt so week and tired, I was carving for some water. My stomach growled. I took some card-boards to make a mat-like thing on the floor to sleep on. There wasn't enough card-boards, but luckily there was some newspapers. I used them as a blanket. After a while, I felt deeply asleep. Hoping, praying that this is all just a horrifying nightmare and tomorrow things would be back to as it used to be. I have to go through abuse-ment everyday. I started to have social phobia and Isolophobia. 

>After Winter Break< 

It is currently March 12, 2007. I really didn't wanna go to school anymore. I don't have any point why I have to. I felt a strong fear when I stood in front of the main door, thinking what would happen next. As I push open the door, I hear chattering voices, I see peoples in groups standing near their lockers talking to each other. Probably talking about how they spent their Winter Break. As I got deeper into the hallway, I see couples making out by the wall. I felt disgusted. Then all of a sudden everyone was staring at me mysteriously, all eyes questioning. "Who the heck is that girl? Is she like crazy or what? What's with the hood over her head? What's with her weirdness? What is wrong with her? Is she mad? Why is practically all her body covered, gosh! Its summer and she's wearing winter clothes. Hands covering her mouth?" I lost track of my sight and accidentally bumped into someone. Her coffee spilled onto my thick hoodie. I fell onto the ground. "MY GOSH!! What's the heck is wrong with you!? Watch where your going, freak!!" She scream. "I sorry," I muttered so softly then slightly look up. "Oh my god! It's Sharon!" I mouthed. Sharon then look down and saw me. She was so furious and mad. "BxTCH! It's you! What's wrong with you huh!!? What's with the hoodie!!?" she scream so furiously and loudly at me then pulled my hair. "Oww...that hurts! Cut it out, Sharon! That's freaking hurts!!" I cried. "So, you bumped into me, and why is that!? And what the fxck is with all these thick clothes?! Ah.. Never mind about that, you look ugly with clothes on or without so yeah, fxck off bxtch!" Sharon said. I just stood there looking into her with great fear. I was trembling, Sharon and her groupie just laughed away. After she let go of me, I bumped onto the ground again. Sobbing. I didn't care of classes anymore. "Why bother," I thought. So I just rush out of the hallway into the parking lot, J-walking across the street. Not even bothering if I get hit. As I pass by, the cars just keep honking for me to move aside. Some even gave me the finger or shouted unpleasant words. By the time I reach home, I just lock myself in my room and crawl into bed, hugging myself, legs by my chest like a ball. I kept on crying for the whole morning, then afternoon. My phone rang. It was Jay calling, it's about 6.20pm now. I've been avoiding calling Jay and his calls. He must be worried sick about me. I just know he will be! "How could I be so selfish? I'm sorry Jay, I don't dare to even speak to you in this sort of situation. I really miss you, but things are just so messed up now. I don't know what to say, and I don't want to come crying to you. I'm sorry for not picking up and making you worried, but this is the best for both you and me," I mutter to the still-ringing-phone. For the next few hours I just stayed the same position and still crying. Luckily my dad didn't came home that night, or else I know something worse is to come. I just couldn't bare to see or get abuse by him that night. 

The next day, Tuesday. 

Still, wearing thick clothes trying to hide my bruises and hideous face and try avoiding peoples. 

"Hideous face," I though. If Jay was here he would have told me how beautiful I was, not hideous. This went on for weeks now and about the whole school guessed that I have social phobia and Isolophobia. Some of them wonder why and how did I get it, some wonder why did I become like this, but 'certain peoples' like Sharon just laughed it away thinking it is very funny. Yeah, they still bully things got worse by each day. And then, that's how I got my name, "Feophobia". I got into English Lecture and took my seat. I sat down beside Logan. He was the hottest guy in school, every teenage-girls' dream boyfriend. But I though he's just another 'Sharon'. "I'm gonna be grouping you all by pairs for this therm's essay," announced Miss Donna. I just sat there quietly praying, hoping she doesn't group me with anyone. "Kim, with Julie, James your with Dyana, Scarlet, Helen and Milo you three together in one group, Danniel and Sophi," (and so the list of names went on and on until..) "Hmm.. Lets see, Feauna with Logan. Ok I want you guy to do this essa-'' and my brain just went strolling somewhere. I lost track of what she was talking about. My brain just kept repeating the word "Feauna with Logan, Feauna with Logan, Longa.. Loga-'' The bell rang, it was time to go home. "Ok class dismiss!" Miss Donna announced. Everyone got up, greeted her goodbye then went out of class. But before that I swear I saw Logan grinning a evil-suspicious-smile at me! I quivered. "It must be just my imagination," I told myself. Today was a nice chilly day, I didn't feel like heading home too early. And beside, dad's probably working late again tonight. I smile at that thought. Or I thought he wasn't. Class ended at 3.45pm and now it's about 4.33pm. "It's getting late, but I think I'll just walk for a bit longer," I said, but to myself. I've walked passed about 4 or 5 blocks by now. I'm just strolling around the school area. I look at my watch again, it says '4.47pm'. I thought it was time to head back and feeling pretty satisfied and happy I went back home, not realizing and preparing for what's to come next............................

To be continue...