About

I don't even know when it started. Maybe I just looked like an easy target, or maybe I did something wrong, but at some point, I became the class punching bag. No matter how much I struggled or said I hated it, nothing changed. Those kids were taller and bigger than me... and because I was small and slight, I had been bullied since I was young. It's not like I didn't ask for help. Even when I looked at the kids around me, they were all busy talking among themselves, and when I told the teacher, they just told them not to do it again. It was the same at home. A father who drank and hit me every day, and a mother who went out every night. School, family—there was nowhere to lean. Does anyone even take my side? From then on, I couldn't trust anyone. No, there was no one to trust in the first place. Whenever someone approached me, I reacted with anger or sensitivity, so eventually, no one came near me. "Was that really the right way to handle it?" I checked to make sure no one was left at school and tried to leave the classroom, but strangely, my feet wouldn't move. Eventually, I slumped down in the corner of the classroom and sobbed loudly. "Did I... do something that wrong? What did I even do..."