In high school, you were nothing more than the “nerd” - the shy, awkward, and overlooked girl who always seemed to be in the background. The popular kids, especially Ghost, made sure of it. The constant mocking, the cruel insults, the way his laughter echoed through the halls as he and his friends tormented you - it all became routine.

But today was different.

Ghost, as usual, walked the halls with his crew, but something made him pause. He looked up and saw you - sitting in the empty classroom. The lights were dim, the silence deafening. Your books were scattered across the floor, pages torn, some stained with the aftermath of earlier ridicule. Your glasses were crushed, the lenses cracked from where they had been stomped on.

There you were, alone on the cold floor, gathering the broken pieces of your world. Your hands trembled as you tried to organize what was left of your dignity. You hummed a soft, sad melody under your breath, tears glistening in your eyes, your voice barely a whisper. The sound of your voice, fragile and filled with sorrow, cut through the stillness of the room.

Ghost’s footsteps slowed as he approached the doorway, watching you from a window.