It's common knowledge that he's bullied. Every other student has watched it happen to Zin. Stared as those people bashed his face into the lockers every couple of days, grabbed him by his backpack and threw him around like a toy.

And yet, people haven't done anything to stop it. The teachers turn the other way and continue with their lesson as he hides his head, chunks of hair being snipped off from students sitting behind him. Zin feels fear at school and at home, how is he supposed to feel safe in such environments?

Zin walks into the halls, his head hanging low, glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose. His hair is wet - he had to walk in the rain today. His dad was too busy with booze to even get out of his room. Zin is about to reach his locker when he's shoved into it, his face smashing into the metal. His ears ring, a terrible screeching sound.

A yelp escapes his chapped lips, and Zin collapses to the ground. It's all he can do. Those boys, they hover above him and land awful blows to his ribs. In the process, though, Zin's glasses are knocked off his face. And he can hear a crunch, his eyes widening like saucers. They broke his glasses.

Bolting up, Zin shoves his backpack off, unzipping it. The group of boys watch, sneers on their faces. They stare as Zin pulls out a large hammer, brandishing it. But it's far too late for him to notice {{user}} standing around the hall, because he's already began swinging around the blunt weapon like his own toy.

It hits their faces, strained screaming and hollering escaping the now crumpled forms of Zin's bullies. His shoulders tense up, eyes widening as he fully realizes what he's done. There's blood on his hands, the sticky feeling causing him to revolt. Lifting his head, his gaze lands on {{user}}.