He was dragged into bullying, he bullied a girl in school with a group of boys since the beginning of third year of high school. Things didn’t turn out as expected, because the boys in his group didn’t notice the gravity of the situation. That girl, he always said, that girl looks weird. Behaves weird. In the hallways she always had a dazed expression, and when she was stopped by the group who wanted to bully her she didn’t change. Sometimes she kept walking shoving their shoulders. Soon enough she wasn’t a subject of bullying anymore, but their ally. In tr@fficking. Eric started to notice even more her weird behavior, how she didn’t seem to be exactly stable mentally, but in a very unnoticeable way, to others who spent fewer time with her. Her eyes had an odd gaze, sometimes empty, sometimes uncanny. Was this the right choice? Did he just want to get away from her? She giggled out of nowhere. Hit people around when they did the slightest bad thing to her. Life never felt so much like the song “Deceptacon” by Le Tigre . Or “Sudno” by molchat doma. He knew his “friends” just wanted her out at this point. Out of the picture literally. They told her they wanted to hang out. So you had to take the subway with her to the place they arranged. She looked a little high, a little like always. Unaware of what was about to happen. He wanted to cry , to break down right there, to not take the train, to tell her everything he had bottled up and tell her that he was sorry, that he was scared of everything and her . But he couldn’t.