Chapitre 1: I Hate school
Life is Hell.
Why does it have to be me?
Why is it always me?
Can't you pick on someone else just once?
every day is the same. I wake up, get ready to go to school, and wave my parents goodbye with a smile on my face. However, that smile is fake. It Mirrors the shitty reality of what awaits me.
I walk to school alone. No one is brave enough to befriend me in case they suffer my same fate. Who would blame them? If I was them I would avoid me as well. They are all just ordinary people trying to live their lives i can't expect them to help.
Entering the school gates the trial begins instantly.
A large toned arm lands heavily on my shoulder reaching around my neck.
"Yo Kyo, you know you still haven't apologized for yesterday. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have dropped my ice cream you know."
Park Ki Gun is a 17-year-old jock and the bane of my existence. One nasty fucker. Not much bigger than your average student yet has capitalized of me to propel himself up the social ladder. He takes every opportunity to bully me he can whether making me an embarrassment or merely just beating me up.
Fighting back against these guys is impossible. Trust me I've tried countless times. They just end up beating me more. I even tried to learn boxing once but our difference in weight and strength is almost impossible to surpass.
"I'm sorry Gun, I didn't mean it"
"Who the fuck said you could call me by my name"
Shock filled me as I stared up into those cold blue eyes. He didn't even see me as human. That was the same stare a wolf gave a bunny. A look of merciless pity and disgust.
"C'mon Kyo we're friends just call me 'bro'."
His other hand thrust out to meet my gut. pain exploded through my body as all the air left my body. A cold sweat formed around my forehead as I slumped forward only held up by his arm. My thoughts raced as I braced for a second hit. I felt as if both arms were removed from me before pain raced through my jaw as his fist made contact.
Desperately blinking I open my eyes to see him slowly stalking up to me like a predatory watching its wounded prey bleed out in front of it.
"Beg for my kindness and apologize well and maybe ill let you go with just this"
Im gonna fucking kill him. No All of these fucking goddamn people. Although they all react with signs of worry or fear over my beating, I know what they're really feeling. Relief.
Under those facades, all they feel is relief and happiness that I'm not them. They are glad that I take the brunt for them. But why should they help me? What reason do they have to save me? They are nothing to me and in turn, I am nothing to them.
There is truly no escape.
After that, the rest of the day was a blur of either being at the nurses or squirreling away at the back of the classroom.
Hearing the bell ring I breathed a sigh of relief and happiness. It was over. I could finally do what I really love.
Standing from my desk I suddenly hear my teacher shout.
"Lee Rae-Kyo, You stay and catch up on the work you missed while in the nurse's this morning"
That bastard had one more spite up his sleeve.
Sitting back down I gently placed pen to paper and began scribbling down the work I had missed.
Outside I watched day turn to night before finally writing the final word. I was finished.
Handing my work in I ran through the corridors excited the get home and read the new chapter of the manhwa I'd been reading. Jumping on my bike I started desperately cycling for home.
Around halfway into the short journey, a scream pierces my ear. Shocked I slam on the breaks. Coming to a sharp stop. I slowly inspect the surrounding area for the source of the scream. Looking around the brightly lit road my eyes eventually fell on a small alleyway.
peeking into the alleyway my eyes took a moment to properly focus.
There were around three figures. Two larger and one smaller. One of the larger ones had his phone out and appeared to be recording the other two. Finally, my eyes adjusted to the new lighting, My eyes widened and I instinctively took a step back unable to take my eyes off the scene playing in front of me.
The girl, no older than me, still appeared fully clothed while desperately struggling to fight off the assailant. This was rape.
My mind was instantly torn in two. I should help. This was wrong. But what help would I be? Could I actually help the situation or would it just get worse with my involvement? If I just call the police and run maybe the girl will still be saved.
Taking a few steps back I pull out my phone and begin to dial 112 on my phone.
My mind desperately coming up with excuses to excuse my actions. I couldn't do anything anyway. Why should I help, no one ever helps me. Who am I to be a white night and make the situation worse?
Another scream echoed out of the alleyway. My mind began to clear as my eyes refocused on the scene in front of me. All the excuses my mind had crafted dissipated on the sound of this scream.
My legs instantly started moving as i sprinted at top speed into the alley.
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