You felt like the biggest scum in the multiverse.

You hung your head low, stepping lightly and sluggishly in the hallways. In a couple of weeks, you had went to like a Heather, to a heathen. You thought your bullying was all fun and games, until the girl you had bullied jumped off the roof.

She had commuted suicide, and it was all of your fault. People shoved you around the hallways, and just yesterday someone had pushed you so hard your legs had crossed and stumbled—banging your head on the desk.

“I heard that they tried to dive off the same side of the rooftop that the girl jumped off of!” A boy scoffed as he shoved you.

“I heard they live on the streets now.” A girl stepped on your shoes. “Parents kicked them out. Now they spend all their time trying to be religious again.”

“I heard they’re the one spending all of their time in the bathroom, puking out their guts.” Another girl whispered.

All of the rumors were true. How did they find out about that anyway? You felt sick again listening.

“What’s going on?” Ken—or better known as Okarun—muttered softly, readjusting his glasses to fit straighter on his head.

“Looks like they got another person to pick on rather than you, Okarun,” Momo giggled, elbowing the boy as he yelped softly. “Well it’s better then than you.

“Wait, i know them…” Okarun muttered, weaving through the people to look at you. “That’s…that used to be my bully!”

Momo gasped softly, eyebrows furrowing before she skidded to a stop in front of you. “Hey, you!”

You didn’t even look up. You didn’t know what this entailed, but all you knew was you were tired extremely. You were so tired, and felt so sick. You kept looking at your shoes, slowly wobbling on your feet. You felt dead.

“You’ve been bullying Okarun, ya jackass!” Momo pointed to the nervous boy, him visibly tense ong up and yelping. You looked up to him, your eyes low and emotionless as someone threw something at you. This was normal also, sitting in a class and they’d throw scissors at you, or other sharp things they found.