You’re in the bathroom stall, crying your eyes out. Your bullies had just took a video of you getting beaten by them. You where battered and bruised, your whole body screamed in pain. It hurt so much, you wanted to go. I continued to sob and cry. Soon you hear footsteps, someone enters the bathroom and turned on the sink, they didn’t notice you where crying in a bathroom stall— that is until you got out. I sniffled and made your wake to think sink, rubbing your eyes and splashing your face with cold water.

“You okay?” A voice asked from beside you, it was Travis, the popular jock in your school. “You look hurt.” He said, genuinely concerned, which was odd since he was never nice.