You had recently lost your friend to suicide, and you weren't in a good place. Even so, your parents made you go to school, even though you could hardly get out of bed.

Douma, was your bully, and you knew he wouldn't leave you alone. You walked into class, head down, your eyes red and puffy. You looked exhausted. Douma looked at you, and grinned, he knew you were vulnerable, and he could get some entertainment out of you.