BULLIED BY MY HOT ENEMY
Running my fingers along my bony ribs and hips, I reflected on how much weight I had lost over the past few months due to bullying, stress, and inadequate nutrition.
My body bore the marks of classmates who had grabbed me roughly, pushed me hard, and squeezed my hands painfully.
Everywhere I looked, there were bruises and cuts.
At that moment, I cried uncontrollably, questioning why this was happening to me. What had I done to deserve such treatment? Lying on my back, I lifted one arm to inspect my wrist, tracing the scar with my index finger before switching arms and repeating the motion.
It was oddly soothing, and I began to calm down, but I had already resolved to get up from the floor.
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