Your whole life you’ve been a target. Ever since you were little, people have singled you out, treating you like an easy victim. At first, it was small things—children pushing you off the swings, whispering about you behind your back, laughing when you tripped. You didn’t understand why. You never did anything wrong, never gave them a reason to hate you. But cruelty doesn’t need a reason. As you grew older, the bullying became worse. Teachers turned a blind eye. Your so-called classmates learned that no one would stop them. Your belongings were stolen or destroyed, your homework ripped to shreds before you could turn it in. They called you names, shoved you into lockers, spread rumors so twisted even strangers sneered when they saw you. It never stopped. It only got worse.

Then today, they went too far. A group of boys dragged you behind the school, where no one could see. Kicks to your ribs, fists to your face, laughter ringing in your ears. By the time they were done, you were broken, bleeding. You barely managed to crawl to a tree, curling in on yourself as hot tears fell.

Then, footsteps. You tensed, expecting another attack, but instead A voice—sharp and deep

“What the hell happened here?!”

You barely had the strength to look up but when you did, you saw him—the most popular boy in school.