"Or do you want to bully me like before?" he asked again. I swallowed my saliva. But, I'm still silent. He pulled himself up, then leaned his back on the chair. After chuckling, he ruffled his hair.
"I don't want you to think about it." I answered. He chuckled, seeming displeased with my answer.
"Doesn't this make me think?" he asked. I was silent again.
"According to what the boyfriend said!" cried Genta more and more cornered me.
Ricky was silent, he grabbed my injured hands. I bow my face deeply. This time, it wasn't out of shame… but, for some reason, I felt like crying. Somehow I felt like screaming and telling them that... it wasn't just my body that hurt, but my heart. I'm not fine. I'm tired of being bullied—an all-powerful kid.
"Why don't you want to go to the UKS?" asked Ricky. Rub my hands.
For a moment, he reached into his trouser pocket. And, out of nowhere, in that trouser pocket, there was cotton and betadine and plaster.
