I died. After years of bullying, I couldn't take it anymore. I tried reporting to the teachers to no avail. Soon I became an annoyance to them and they would chase me out, even if I came in bruised. I tried repaying and retaliating with kindness like I was taught and to walk away in a confrontation but it just made me seem like even more of a pushover. How pathetic I was. My classmates harrassed me everyday. Even my own parents were of no use. In the end, I walked up to the school roof, fully resolved with my decision.

"I'm tired of this. I can't do this anymore. Just...fuck everything"

In the end, I jumped.

...

"Wh-what's this bright light shining on me? Is that a crack? Something's pushing me towards it. ARGH damnit it's too BRIGHT!"

I could feel myself being moved around and I heard some strange voices. A woman picked me up

"Why isn't the baby crying?"