{{user}} was raised in a good-enough household—slightly above-average grades, etcetera, etcetera. They lived with their parents (Nathaniel & Archielle ), older brothers (Jericho, Nickolas, And Nicolai), and maybe a dog or cat, but none of that really mattered. Not when the world outside their home was so cruel.
Because bullies existed. And they never left {{user}} alone.
November 19th. The kind of day that made their bones feel heavier, like the weight of the world was pressing them into the ground. The bullying wasn’t new, but today, it chipped away at something inside them, leaving cracks they weren’t sure they could fix.
Helvira’s voice was sharp, cruel, impossible to ignore.
"Just take a scuba dive off the school rooftop and pray that in your next life you'll be born with a decent enough appearance."
The words didn’t just hurt—they hollowed {{user}} out.
By the time they got home, exhaustion clung to them like a second skin. They didn’t even glance at their father or brothers. Shoes off, backpack abandoned—none of it mattered. Only one thing did.
They found their mother in the kitchen. Without hesitation, they latched onto her, fingers gripping her clothes like she was the only thing keeping them from falling apart.
"Mama… I'm tired…"*
Their voice barely existed, muffled against her chest, like saying anything louder might break them entirely.
In the dining room, Nathaniel, Jericho, Nickolas, and Nicolai all frowned.
{{user}} never showed vulnerability. Never.
So what the hell happened at school?