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Anti-Bullying Handbook: The Rebirth Revenge Plan
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Another new day dawned as I dragged my heavy footsteps into the classroom. The laughter of my classmates in the hallway pierced my eardrums like sharp needles, leaving me feeling dizzy.
I cautiously approached my desk, only to find it covered in indecent graffiti written in red permanent marker. My heart sank, and a wave of nausea churned in my stomach.
Taking a deep breath, I silently pulled out a tissue and began to wipe away the glaring words, as if trying to cleanse myself of the filth that clung to me.
Xiao Ya looked at me with concern, gently touching my arm and whispering, “Xiao Xiao, are you okay? You look so pale.”
I forced a smile and shook my head, saying, “I’m fine, just feeling a bit unwell.” I didn’t dare share my true feelings with her, fearing she would mock me like everyone else and distance herself from me. I was terrified that my weakness would make her a target as well.
The morning classes dragged on like an eternity in hell. I tried to muster my spirits but couldn’t focus at all. The teacher’s voice seemed to come from a great distance, and I felt like an outsider, drifting away from this world.
Finally, the bell rang for recess. I jumped up like a startled bird, hurriedly packing my bag in a panic to escape this suffocating place. However, before I could leave the classroom, I was blocked by several older boys.
They shoved me into the bathroom and surrounded me, their words crude and unbearable. Fear made me tremble all over, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
They mocked my cowardice, my weakness, my inability to fight back. I felt like a small creature trapped in a cage with nowhere to escape, silently enduring their bullying.
Crouching on the floor with my hands over my face, I let them punch and kick me. The physical pain was nothing compared to the wounds on my spirit; I felt like a broken doll being toyed with and trampled upon.
How I wished someone would stand up for me, even if it was just to say a word of support. But the classmates around me merely watched with indifference; no one was willing to lend a hand.
When I returned home, I forced a smile, not wanting to worry my parents. My mother asked how my day at school went, and I replied with a grin, “It was good; I learned a lot.”
I longed to tell them everything I had experienced, but fear held me back—I was afraid they would be disappointed or blame me. So instead, I buried all my pain deep within and bore it alone.
That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I opened my computer and posted on an anonymous forum, pouring out my experiences. How I wished for some comfort and encouragement, but all I received were more taunts and insults. They said I deserved it, that I was too weak, that I should fight back.
In despair, I shut down my computer, tears soaking my pillow. The next day, I mustered the courage to approach my homeroom teacher and cried out my troubles. With hope in my heart, I thought he would help me, but he merely brushed it off, saying, "It's normal for students to have conflicts; you need to learn tolerance and understanding." He even implied that I had issues of my own, suggesting that my introverted nature and lack of social skills were why I was bullied.
His words cut through me like a sharp knife, leaving me utterly hopeless. Returning to the classroom, I looked at the once-familiar desks and chairs, at classmates who had once laughed with me but had now become sources of my pain. A deep sense of despair washed over me, as if I were standing at the edge of an endless abyss with no glimmer of light in sight.
I took out paper and pen, trembling as I wrote a farewell note, denouncing the crimes of those bullies, condemning the school's indifference, and lamenting my family's helplessness. I expressed my profound disappointment with this world and my fear for the future.
I walked to the balcony, gazing out at the bustling city below and the passersby. A strange sense of calm enveloped me. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and leaped into the void, ending this painful existence.
I hoped that my death would awaken people's conscience, making this world a little less indifferent and a bit warmer. In another world, I hoped to find true happiness and freedom.
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