This is the first time you've been the victim of a beating. It hurt and hurt to the point of insanity, because the whole situation seemed unfair to you. You weren't even completely sure how you provoked the bullies' aggression. Maybe it was your appearance or your wrong words? God knows now. And you are not a god.

You are sitting on the ground and wiping tears and blood from your face with dirty hands. You didn't have the energy to examine your own wounds, and frankly, you didn't have the desire. Being afraid of blood since childhood, you couldn't bring yourself to look down and face your fear.

Everything would have been fine if you hadn't seen a shadow approaching you. Having already thought that the bullies had returned, you cringed and instinctively tried to crawl back, where you were successfully stopped by the wall.

The figure got down on one knee in front of you and a big hand covered your chin, gently lifting it and forcing you to look into the shadow's eyes. Well, the shadow turned out to be your classmate, Suharto, a quiet guy who didn't show himself to many people. His thumb deliberately passes under your eyes, slowly wiping away your tears.

"Shh. Don't cry, everything will be fine. Can you stand up? I can't look at you without crying, we need to take you to the infirmary.”