POV(Silent bully)-
It feels so cold.....
I am shivering in this cold place, I am hiding inside the wardrobe putting my hands on my mouth so my cries don't reach out and make him aware of my existence.
My entire face is covered in tears as I desperately hold back my screams of pain, I am afraid of what would happen if I leak my voice.
Would I get beaten like my sister is beaten every day, I don't understand what we did to deserve all these sufferings.
I am so afraid that I pretend that I don't hear anything like those screams and the sound of beating someone outside the wardrobe.
I know that I am just a weakling that brings pain to my sister and at times like these I become the biggest coward, a coward who can't even protect my sister from our father.
Maybe it's because of my existence that she has to suffer so much.
I am someone who ruins everything he touches be it my sister or my dead mother that I killed.
In my family, there are only 2 people left, me and my sister as I don't consider that man as our family.
I mean a family should cherish and care about each other like other people in the village, That man never considered us a family.
My sister says there was a time he was a kind-hearted person but I don't believe it, It's true our mother died while giving birth to me and it's my fault but my sister didn't do anything so why does she have to suffer so much.
That man acts like the head of our family but he doesn't even bring a penny for the family, my sister is the bread earner of our family.
She does trivial tasks like fixing clothes and helping with housework like a maid to earn money and even that money is mostly taken by that man leaving us many times in a constant state of starvation.
It would be different if he actually used that money for some kind of work but no being the drunkard he is what new can you expect from him?
Many times my sister is beaten because she keeps a little money for a portion of food and other times he just beats her while drunk and calls her a bitch.
He many times tried to beat me senselessly but my sister always intervenes and saves me and takes everything in my place.
She is the one who told me to hide in the wardrobe whenever something like this happens.
I didn't happen to have any courage to fight and I always hide whenever this happens.
That man especially hates me as whenever he hears me speaking he becomes so angry he starts thrashing stuff.
It was probably because my mother died while giving birth and he resents me for the fact.
Slowly and eventually I started to speak less and less until I hardly spoke a word.
The chaotic voices outside have stopped, he has probably left after taking the money to drink.
I started to wipe the tears off my face with my hands and slowly opened the wardrobe from the inside.
I came out of the wardrobe and the first thing I saw was my sister sitting on the ground with her nose bleeding, her entire face was covered in blood, and seeing this made me cry again.
She looked at me and suddenly hugged me for a long time and then said that it would be okay, it didn't hurt.
These words I have heard countless times in my life again and again but would everything really be okay...
She put her hands in her clothes and pulled out some money, she probably hid it beforehand.
She pulled my hand and put half of the money in my hand and said to me.
"Take this and buy yourself some snacks or toys to play with your friend"
Even in this kind of situation, the only one she cares about is me.
I beg whether it be a god, devil, or demon please save us from this hell...
I was playing with my 2 friends who are kind of the only people in the village who talk to a gloomy guy like me, but even so, I am scared of telling them about my family situation as I fear they will stop being my friends.
We were playing around when we met the little kid called Dustin, so we kind of started to bully him.
I don't understand why my friends bullied him but the reason I did was that I kind of hated him.
I hated his arrogance and his indifferent attitude to everything, everyone in the village hated and despised him so why does he always look so happy?
I don't understand him at all, if someone hates you shouldn't you at least hate them back but he didn't care about how others treated him.
I hated him because of his strength that I would never have, I hated him because even though he is 2-3 years younger than me I never see him cry, I hated him because I was jealous of him.
My friends started to bully him and I just watched them from behind, he suddenly started to act scared like he saw something horrible and scary behind us.
Watching him trembling and acting so scared I really thought there was indeed something behind us even though we could not see anything.
I broke in a sprint at the full speed that I could manage with my injured leg, seeing me running my friends started to run behind me.
We started to gasp for breath after some time and I was relieved they didn't blame me for running ahead of them.
We started to again play after some time as the fear wore away from us.
I started to run towards my home when I noticed that it started to become dark, I was worried he would again beat us because of me.
I reached my house and put my ears on the door to hear any kind of sound but it was silent so I slowly pushed open the door in fear.