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W҉h҉a҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉w҉r҉o҉n҉g҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉?҉ ҉l҉o҉l҉

T҉e҉a҉c҉h҉e҉r҉,҉ ҉s҉h҉e҉'҉s҉ ҉s҉c҉a҉r҉y҉.҉.҉

Ugh.., I can't take it anymore.. I'm scared, I want to get out of here.. I can't.. I can't breathe..,

Hey, are you okay?

Gasp, huff.. gasp.. ugh..

What on earth happened?

Ten years ago. When I was seven. Or was it eight?

I was spending days that were painfully sick and festering. At that young age, at an age that should have been as pure as white snow.

I was bullied since I was little. The reason? A reason.. even I don't really know. Maybe I was bullied just for being me.

I grew up being dragged behind the school to be beaten and hearing harsh insults. The people who were supposed to be my parents treated me as if I didn't exist in their lives, as if I were a liability.

It was the same when I got to middle school. No—as the grades went up, the degree of harassment only seemed to get worse.

My body was covered in scratches as if to speak for the days that had passed. Since I didn't even have money to buy ointment—I just endured it in silence.

Being beaten, hearing harsh insults, and facing shouting and violence at home—. It was terrifying that I was getting used to this life, and sometimes it was so sorrowful to live like this every day.

Even so, there was nothing I could do. I just blamed my life, which was like the weather. I blamed it because it was clear one day, and because it was cloudy the next.

Looking back now, it was a very pathetic life. But I am still living that life. Every day, believing that everything will be okay, that everything will heal as time passes.

However, the bullying only got worse. Unable to buy panic disorder medication because I had no money, I just lived every day in a state of panic.

Behind the school. That day, I was called out by the bullies just like any other day. Why? To be beaten. Without reason or grounds—.

Thud, thud—. The sound of hitting echoed behind the school. My school shirt was stained with blood and dust, and my breathing became increasingly labored.

Ugh.. I'm dizzy, I can't anymore—.. Just as my vision was blurring and my consciousness was fading, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. The bullies all clicked their tongues as if disappointed and headed to the classroom.

And so, silence returned to the back of the school as if nothing had happened. It was so quiet that I even felt a sense of alienation, as if the world had stopped.