[ Warning this chapter contains sensitive topics such as su*c*de and bullying ]
In my past life I enjoyed school until middle school, I had a run in with one of the popular girls. She told her boyfriend at the time and I started to get bullied and teased 24/7 it wasn't too bad but I still didn't enjoy it. When highschool hit and the kids got bigger even though the initial girl that started this had moved out they kept bullying me. It got physical halfway through my freshman year, they would beat me in the bathrooms enough to get the point across but not enough to show physical proof of being hit. One day when I was in my Junior year I had enough of it and brought a brick to school. When I ran into them the forced me into the bathroom and once he through the first punch I pulled out the brick and hit him. I hit him again and again even after he was down, even after he was unconscious. Bleeding all over the ground I kept hitting him, his buddies ran away terrified. I had the intent to kill but before I could, my history teacher pulled me off of him. I got expelled and sent to Juvie for 2 years. When they released me I didn't go back to school and instead just got a simple grocery store job to get me through, but everyone remembered me. 'The Psycho Boy' everyone hated me. Even though I fought back in self defense, I may have gone overboard but at the time I thought I wasn't in the wrong. The longer and longer I worked at the store the less and less customers would come to the store they went to a competitor. Eventually the grocery store fired me and posted it on social media in hopes of getting the customer back. If this was going to be how my life was going to be getting hired, hated, fired, hated, hired, in an endless cycle what was the point. I ran away from home and hid underneath a bridge for some time to think, the light from the shining moon have me just enough to see the graffiti on the wall one of them said 'Give Up' I'm not sure if that was a joke they wrote or if it had some hidden meaning for gangs or something like that. But it gave me the horrible idea of su*c*de. That after I read that I stood up and walked around to the entrance of the bridge and walked to the highest point of it and stood there for a good 5 minutes. A few cars went by worried but once they saw who I was they didn't care and kept driving by except for one person. It was a tourist, a girl who was probably about my age. She was the reason why I didn't die that night. She let me vent to her, helped me live for a little while longer. Once she left it was right back to square one. Although the thought of kill*ng my s*lf was no longer there. I will forever be indebted to her. When I was 26 I was sitting on the sidewalk reading an Isekai called 'I was hated in my last life and reincarnated as a godly being in a new world' I mainly read it as a fantasy of mine as a coping mechanism. While I was reading it the mother of the boy I almost killed in my Junior year was in her car driving home and she saw me. She hated me the most out of everyone, last thing I remember was headlights heading straight for me.
Even though everyone in this town that looks at me is smiling and telling me good afternoon. I feel like they hate me, I'm scared of them. The more and more I see people the more and more I feel sick. I want to go home but I have to get over this trauma. If I don't my life's going to be hell again. I continue walking and head off a smaller path away from the main street and hear someone yelping a bit and some others laughing. I keep heading that direction to see what's happening.
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Kaelion: 5 years and 4 months old
Seraphina: 28 Years old
Thorne: 29 Years old