"I don't care about that. And you are more annoying than a bug." She grunted, peeking inside the bag. "If you are done, please leave. Or I'll be forced to kick you out of the room."
"You'll kick me out of the room? Try it. I want to see you succeed as well," I challenged her.
She gave me a glare, "Look, I accepted them. What else do you want from me?"
"I want you to come out of your room and step outside your house. Can you do that on your own?"
Her face went pale when I asked her that. She nervously lowers her gaze, turning her back on me.
"W-why do you want me to come out of my room? I don't want to get out of the house. Just leave. I won't do anything you say." She yelled.
"Why? Are you afraid? Afraid those girls who bullied you will make you experience the same thing again? You don't want to face the world and stay inside your room forever? Is this how you want to live?"
She quickly turned around to look at me. The resentful expression on her face towards me made me feel like a villain.
"Don't talk as if you know everything about me!" she retorted, "What do you even know about me anyway? How much do you know me? You don't know about my sufferings. You don't know anything. So, stop talking like a know-it-all-all. I hate girls like you the most!"
Looks like I'm going in the right direction.
"Helping someone to overcome their weakness may be some way to tackle the problem."
Her weakness, that is her fear of people. I have to help her overcome it.
"Yes, I know about you. I've heard about it all from your brother," I replied, taking a step forward.
She stepped away in response, narrowing her eyes at me.
"So, he told you about me? Why? Is he telling about me everywhere in the neighborhood now?"
"He wanted me to become your friend cause we go to the same college. He wants you to live a normal life like before. That's his only wish, to see you happy like others, like a normal college student."
"You go to my college? That's the reason you are trying to force yourself into my life? To make me experience the same bullying again, aren't you? That was your plan all along, right?" she lashed out.
"You are wrong. I don't want to bully you, I want to help you."
"Help me? Don't make me laugh," she mocked, "I don't believe in the words of anyone who's from that college. All they ever did was hurt me, they made me realize how worthless and unfit I was to study alongside them. I'm never going back there, never. I won't set foot outside my house again. That's the best solution."
"No, it's not a solution to anything at all! Running away from the problem won't solve anything. Becky, you need to–"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she screamed in my face, "I can see your evil intentions leaking out very quickly. So, don't try to babytalk me. You can convince me no matter how you try."
I thought cornering her would make her confess her fears. But, she's completely cutting me off from her life.
How do I make her believe I'm a friend, not an enemy?
She went to sit down on her bed and kept the bag of puffs on the table beside the bed.
Then looked at me from where she sat.
"If you are done, you can go now. You are annoying to look at."
"I may be annoying, but you have to look at me anyway. Cause, I'm not leaving your room so easily," I replied.
"Why? You've harassed me enough for the day. I'll call my brother to drag you out at this rate."
"You can call. But he's not coming," I approached her slowly.
"Don't come near me. I hate you," she warned, throwing a pillow at me.
I caught the pillow and approached her anyway. "You can hate me, but I can't, nor I Will ever."
"Didn't you hear what I said? Don't come close to me!" she yelled, throwing all her stuffed toys at me.
Despite her warnings, she looked a bit anxious when I approached her. What is she afraid of?
"Don't come–"
"Becky, are you alright? Your face looks pale."
She covered her face with her hands, sobbing low, "Don't look at me. I'm ugly. My drawings aren't great either. I'm worthless, nobody needs me. Nobody wants me. Just leave me alone. I'm tired of everything, tired of everyone making fun of me."
Huh? What is she…. wait, she's experiencing the same trauma because of my overpowering presence?
Did I go too far or something? How do I handle this?
"Uh…. Becky…. um…. I…" Ugh, my head isn't working at this important time. What should I do?
Unable to understand anything I just wrapped my arms around her and gave her a tight hug.