Confession

"There is always a background story to everyone story, you watch out."

-Barrister_Tife.

"Life can be shitty sometimes. Even the most cruel villains might have been fucked up by life in one way or the other."

-Barrister_Tife.

"Learn to spread love and positivity throughout your lifetime. Death could come knocking at your door the next minute. And if it does, where will you be heading to? Heaven, or Hell?"

-Barrister_Tife.

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Hey, lovely #UTB# readers, I really wanted to update on Saturday but then power was interrupted for days and my gadgets were low.

Here in Nigeria, power gets interrupted every now and then, so I'm sorry. I'm actually going out today and don't think it will be possible to update, but then I scolded myself that I have lovely people waiting for updates so here I am.

Please ensure you vote and comment, I sincerely appreciate all readers that journeyed with me through the thorough bumpy roads and are here with me, a big shout out to you all.

This chapter is dedicated to Wattpad AJmoonlight01 for giving me a review on #UTB#

You should totally check out her amazing work titled Forbidden, she is from S.A

The song suggestion is scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara. I have always loved Alessia's pure talent and lyrics. It preaches body positivity and self-love.

Enjoy...

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One thing I have come to realize in my life is my addiction to anger. I have a terrible temper and flare up easily like a pufferfish, like Miss puff in sponge bob square pants.

I don't easily get provoked, but when I do, I'm ready to erupt like a volcano and destroy every goddamn thing linked to my anger.

I know I am right. I know I'm fucking right but they wouldn't listen. I could spend hours explaining it all day but they wouldn't get it. I can't tell if it as a result of daftness or biasness.

My face has become rigid, jaw clamped tight, teeth grinding aggressively like a milling machine. You can call me a psycho or a maniac but I don't freaking care. I can't deny the fact finally punching Nate and staring at her passed out figure sent a wave of sweet-bitter chills to my system.

The bitch had tormented my life enough and deserved a taste of her own medicine. Why pick on me when she knew she couldn't stand me? Why bully me when she was no match with my strength. Why pick on someone stronger than her?

How do I explain to my folks at home that I got a two weeks suspension? How do I snap the neck of the kids glaring at me and pointing accusing fingers at me, with their thin lips muttering bloody murderer?

Anger, pain, and sadness, so intertwined that perhaps their names ought to be tweaked to reflect the true origin of those emotions. Everything around me currently sucks. And when I mean that, I mean Nate sucks, her minions sucks, school sucks, and every fucking thing in this biased godforsaken flamboyant building sucks. With anger spreading like poison in my veins, I punched my locker multiple times till I saw a satisfactory dent. Yes, even the locker deserves to feel my pain.

I have been told to exit the building. But before I do so, Nate deserves to be brought to books and trust me, I won't go down without a fight. Nate would have to dance to my music even if leads to me going to jail. I would go there willingly knowing justice was served.

I walked towards the school clinic that is behind the building, my heels echoing and sounding like a dance tune to my ear. A beat of justice for me. I walked towards an elevator and directed it to the fifth floor.

As the elevator ascended-- every single floor the elevator counted added diesel to my flame of anger. Hot, churning, rage spread around me and my thirst for revenge grew wider leaving no sense of sensitivity. I felt like if someone doesn't pour a bucket of water on my head, I might just explode the whole building because I am a time ticking bomb, waiting for the right time to strike.

Ralph, Jess, Lia, Ian and the guys were probably in class doing something meaningful. I guess no one knows the latest gist otherwise, the students would have threaded the case on Twitter with hashtag chaos in Royal academy.

I stared at my reflection using the elevator's mirror. My face was a bit red from the slap I got. Nate's fingerprint is boldly pasted on my face like I was some criminal. Veins popped out on my forehead as it showed just how angry I am and a permanent scowl took it place.

My knuckles are totally white from squeezing them too hard in a bid to contain my anger and punching my locker.

The elevator finally pronounced fifth floor as it tinged open.

I walked confidently to the school clinic ready to give her a piece of my mind, for all I care, the fainting could also be a prank just to get me in trouble. The bitch is that psychotic.

I pinched my nose from the familiar antiseptic smell clinic often has, as I walked into the fifth ward.

"Excuse me young man, who do you seek?" An Indian receptionist questioned peevishly, her face in a scowl like she hated her job or something.

I would have given her a perfect comeback but my aim wasn't to drag attention to myself.

"First, it's miss to you, and I seek Natalie Lynch, a student that was rushed in a few minutes ago," I answered as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other.

"Whatever, ward five," she hinted irritatedly, rolling her eyes and looking back to the pile of files laying await in front of her.

"If you don't like your job, you can quit and totally try working in a garbage pick up, your scowl will be very much appreciated there." I spat and walked away.

"Hey, get back right here you clown," she reprimanded banging her fist on her table.

I soon sighted ward five and opened the door to let myself in.

The ward was totally clean as a sleepy Nate laid on the bed.

I walked towards her, seeing her change into a clinic robe, with all traces of makeup gone which made her look really vulnerable.

I shot her a venomous glance as I walked towards her.

Her eyes instantly shot open when she noticed a silhouette loom over her.

"You witch, because of your pointless banter and stupidity, I got a two weeks suspension," I accused, narrowing my eyes into silts.

"I apologize for every trouble I might have caused you," she said weakly as she patted her hand that was infused with a drip on the bed, signalling to me, to come have a sit.

I couldn't totally believe it, Nate of all people apologize? and inviting me to sit on her bed? How unbelievable!

"So you can pour spirit in my eyes, or finally stab me with a knife? No thanks," I folded my arm to my chest and watched her pale face dissolve into a smile.

"Hmm!" She muttered thoughtfully.

"Maybe I could have done that earlier, and not now." She smiled coldly.

"Not now-- when I'm currently dying," she chuckled.

"I beg your pardon?" I blanched, moving closer to her until I was just inches from her.

"I have less than five months to live," she declared, shrugging her shoulders and struggling to sit upright on her bed.

She struggled to get the pillow behind her to support her back as she sighed tiredly.

"Is this one of your numerous pranks?" I probed with my eyebrows totally furrowed.

"I was diagnosed with breast cancer," she revealed staring at me passively.

I think I stopped breathing for some few minutes, or maybe I froze due to shock before finally plopping down on the bed next to her.

Only then did I notice that she looks paler than before, she had dark under eyes and some new lines of wrinkles on her forehead.

Her skin looks dryer than before and has lost its brightness.

"Oh my God!"I finally exclaimed when I found my voice.

"How, when, why, what?" I perused as my eyes held water droplets with all my anger totally dissolved into thin air.

"Due to excessive boob surgery, a tumour started growing along with some cancerous cells, now I have to operate it," she choked sadly shaking her head.

I stared at her in a new light, as I moved my hand to hold hers. Her fingers were frail like an old woman's own.

"When did you discover this? you are barely twenty, cancer happens to only women from fifty," I stared at her slim body. She was so thin that her body hung limply in the soft blue linen.

"I discovered when my hair kept on falling out each time I touched or combed my hair and then my boobs felt really hard when I caressed it, I found some lumps in it. And there was the fatigue and other health conditions."

"But then why did you do boobs enhancements in the first place," I rested my face under my knuckles.

"You should remember everyone is beautiful in their own wa--" I started but was rudely interrupted.

"Please just spare me that motivational shit." she glared at me before staring out at the window.

"Excuse me?"

"I was bullied since middle school, I battled with insecurities since I became a young teenager, I was picked on, teased and pranked all my life." Tears dropped on her cheeks in little droplets.

"Wow!" My mouth went slacked.

"People poured water, paints, tampons, cow dungs, raw eggs and all kinda shit on me," she started while I listened with rapt attention.

"Students set legs for me to fall and appear clumsy all the time when I have never broken a dish in my life."

"They kicked, beat, knocked, slapped, punched, me at any slightest chance they could get."

"How could people be so cruel?" I clenched my fist.

"And why did they even treat you bad?" I inquired.

"Because I was a school nerd, because I felt insecure and because I let them ride me," she continued, the little droplet of tears has graduated to a pool of tears.

"They made me feel worthless and unhappy, I didn't know what a twelve-year-old girl did to deserve such hatred. The students felt disgusted at my sight and I was also cyberbullied." She sniffled and used a handkerchief to blow her nose.

"I'm really sorry you had to pass through all of that but how does that relate with the multiple surgeries?" I tilted my head to a side.

"I met with a motivational speaker that told me not to take shit and be the best version of myself."

"When it was time for high school, I told myself enough is enough. I told myself I would do a thorough makeover and fit into the trend."

"I told myself I will rather be the bully than let myself be bullied, and that was how I started becoming hostile, popular and a bully," she grinded her teeth and her lips trembled.

"I am a bad person." Her voice went off-key and she started sobbing really hard.

"Wow, you must have mixed things up," I blurted out.

"She probably meant you should work on your confidence level, and you know, be more outspoken and don't let anyone ride on you," I continued while she stared wide-eyed in realization.

"You know I think those people who bullied you are pieces of crap, bullying is so old school and it sucks. You are beautiful just the way you are," I finished off giving her a weak smile which she reciprocated eagerly before throwing a hug my way.

At first, it was unexpected and totally awkward, but later on, I softened up and rubbed my hands on her back, forming small circles as she began to breaking down again.

"I'm sorry, I'm totally sorry for being a jerk, asshole, bitch, bully, fighter, and the meanest witch ever, please forgive me because you don't deserve all I have done to you and a whole lot of people in this school," she hiccuped and sniffled deeply.

"The first step to being a good person is when you realize your mistake and accept you are wrong, so you are a work in progress and I sincerely forgive you," I admitted, while she released me holding my hands.

"Thank you for forgiving me, I guessed I messed with the wrong person this time around," she finished off while we chuckled.

"I hope I didn't hurt you when I punched you?" I wrung my hands together in nervousness as guilty conscience crept slowly into me.

"I just felt severe pain and passed out then, but as at now, I'm good as a dove," she concluded.

"Does your minions, sorry I mean your friends know about it?" I looked into her grey pupil.

"No they don't, they will only consider me a loser and stay far away from me," she snorted.

"I'm sorry for slapping you, I don't deserve Ralph, you both look good and happy together so I'm happy for you guys," she smiled and clapped.

"If there is any way I can help even if it is financially please let me know." I clamped her hands and pressed my lips together, hoping for a positive response.

"If I ever need your help I will let you know."

"Will you give me feedback on your health situation?" I further probed anxiously.

"I sure will," she said.

"Are you hungry or something, what can I get you?" I stood up immediately and began searching around her what I could offer her to eat.

"Presently, I lost my appetite and I feel weak. I just need to sleep and use pills and I will be fine," she yawned.

"Okay, time up girls. Nate here needs to use her syringe." A pretty nurse said as she walked into the ward and began preparing her syringe.

"I must warn Nate, you will feel very drowsy, don't fight it, just relax and let it function down your bloodstream." The nurse gave a small smile.

I stood up from the bed and watched Nate wince in pain as the needle pierced her skin.

Her eyes began to feel heavy as she tried blinking repeatedly.

"Thanks for caring," she muttered incoherently before finally closing her eyes.

I hung my head down as I silently exited the ward.

I entered that ward with anger and I came out sad. It such a pity Nate had to pass through all of that. All her bitchiness was just a facade, deep down she is a good person.

People changed her, people made her become hostile and violent. People pushed her towards surgery. People made her become another version of herself. Now, where are the people when the consequences are around the corner?

Where are the people when she is battling for her life? Where are the people when life has turned upside down for her?

No matter what, never let people's opinions get to you because you can never satisfy the insatiable nature of man.

Say no to bullying and help any bullied victim around you. If you have ever done something bad or wrong, just remember the moment you recognize your mistake you have become a better person. The moment you forgive yourself you have become a more better person. And the moment you seek for forgiveness and you have been forgiven you have won yourself the best version of you.

"Stop right there you rude little spoilt twat." The grumpy Nurse screeched as she tried to come after me.

"Catch me if you can," I said with a wink towards her as I ran towards the elevator.

But that was a wrong move on her part because she collided with a delivery man carrying load of boxes that towered around his height and shielding him from sight.

They both fell on the ground with the pool of boxes surrounding them.

"Oops someone is so bad at racing that she kissed the floor," I taunted and stuck my tongue at her before proceeding to the elevator.

"I'm going to get you someday twat," she screamed as another box fell on her head.