He was like everyone else he thought. Normal, clean, friendly. He had this belief up until the start of high school.

Oh how life hit him like he wish a truck would

He was pushed, sneered, beat at. Called all the names one could call someone.

Disgusting, weird, creep, psycho, bitch, Jack ass, the list could go on and on

It had gotten to the point to where if he even glanced at his body in the mirror he’d want to throw up. The amount of bruises on his skin wanted him to rip out of it.

To unravel from the cocoon of his body and sprout a beautiful butterfly.

PRESENT TIME

Higaisha walked to school again, the sense of dread in each step. He hated this feeling—no he hated going to school. Every day is hell, why couldn’t he fight back? Because he was to much of a coward too.

When he got to school it was like the average day for him, punching beating, the usual.

After the beating, he lied on the ground defeated and numb.

A person came up to him and bent down, to reach his eye height. He didn’t look up.