The bus shudders on the rough dirt road. Us living in the middle of nowhere, it's kinda hard to get to our house via bus. I wipe away a tear, I wasn't crying, just a যেভাবে খুশী tear. I lean অগ্রবর্তী and tell the bus monitor to let me off here. She gives me a look, but yells and the bus driver to stop. I collect my heavy bags, and walk out. I start running. I hear the bus turn around, but I just keep running. My bags clang against me, knocking me over several times. I just get up and keep on running. I kneel down, getting dirt all over my trousers. I vomit into the dirt, my lunch of সালাদ and an কমলা রস splattered along the side of the road. I wipe my mouth, vomit again and then get up. I never stop running. I vomit several times, Bt keep on running. Never mind it is almost half a kilometer to get home. Never mind I'm running fast against an empty stomach. Never mind anything. I just keep on running. A car comes. I lean over and vomit. "You okay?" My neighbour's voice calls. I nod, and continue to run. All through this, I cry. I cry and cry and cry. The tears drip off my face and leave little tracks in the dirt. I think about him. I think about his cruel ways, the way his বন্ধু teased me. The way it hurt. A বৃক্ষ stratches me. I know I look a mess. I keep on running, vomiting, crying, thinking. I even scream. I fall over lots. I never stop. I just keep on running. I see the gates. I keep on running. I vomit once অথবা twice. I never stop running. I enter the gates. I never stop running. I vomit near a car. Instead of going to my house, I run to my friend's. I ring the doorbell, and I hear a voice. "Coming!" She yells. She opens the door, smiling. "Holy shit. What happened?" She asks. She ushers me in. I run to the bathroom and vomit again. "He.. He..." I manage to stutter before passing out.

I wake up a week later in bed, dressed in white. My mother stares at me with forlorn, worried eyes. "What happened?" I ask. She merely collapses.