"Since childhood, I have never been much of a social person. I usually avoid meeting and talking to new people and prefer staying at home at most. Because of that, people often call me "dumb," "useless," and a "failure." During times when I am forced to meet new people and my relatives, they often point out how different I am from my father and younger brother. They mention that my father is very extroverted and cheerful, as is my brother, but I am completely different. It almost feels like you have a disability to speak that's what they always say. This has kept on going for 5 years.
Until, In 2005, my parents decided to send me to a boarding school, on my first day at the dormitory my warden was nice to me it seemed like she was an old friend of my mother and father but after a week her attitude toward me changed and I was again treated the same way as before but this time I was beaten by the wardens for not speaking out loud and not reading text out the text loud during Study sessions as they consider not reading loud as not studying and as time pass I began to get bullied by the students and my life became miserable and I don't have the will power to tell my parents or say anything back to the wardens and my bullies as I fear I might get beaten and suspend and I was scared of my father as he considered me a failure and a disgrace and the fear of what he will do to me if I get suspended is what kept me going on and on and on and on until I'm completely broken.
One day on a Summer afternoon we had no school that day and we were having a study session then after a few minutes the warden who was an old friend of my parents called and asked me a question which I failed to answer and she grabbed my shirt and slapped me until my dry lips bled and the next day my lips were swollen and I was unable to eat or drink and same was on the third day, not wanting to take the responsibility of taking me to the doctor the warden called my father and said that I had a badly swollen lip and that I need immediate care before my father came to pick me up the warden told me if I say anything about what happened she'll beat and make me suffer more and being a good boy I obeyed her words what could I do I couldn't say no when fear has engulfed me.
On the same day, my Father came to pick me up and then he took me to a doctor to do a check-up the doctor asked me what happened to my lips and I kept quiet, and then my father answered he fell while playing because that's what she told Father when he asked what happened? and the doctor said oh I see and he wrote down some medicines for me to take until my lips heal and it took 2 weeks to heal and during those 2 weeks, I felt free and joy for the first time as I stayed with my grandmother who is the only one who truly understands and cares about me but as days pass by my lips started to heal I started to be less happy as lips started to get better day by day and I even though of hurting my self to stay with my grandmother but I couldn't do it I don't want to see someone feeling upset about me I don't want someone to worry about me and so my happy week ended with my lips being healed.
The next day after my lips healed my mother took me back to my Dormitory and the warden who made my life miserable was saying good stuff about how she missed me how everyone was worried about me and how happy she was to see me come back, seeing these words come out from her mouth made me feel disgusted and want me to make her suffer until her death but I was a coward I can't do that and as the sun went down my mother has left and our evening Study sessions were about to begin and she called me again to ask questions and when I failed to answer her questions again she started to humiliate me saying what I was doing in the past 2 weeks instead of studying and she said to everyone didn't his lips almost healed when he went home and some of the students said yes mam his lips were already healed when he left and then she said angrily then why did it take you so long to come back huh? and all I did was stay silent I said to myself who was going to side and stand up for me anyway and then she told one student to go get a stick from outside and soon the student came back with a hard stick with many stubs ends on it and she asked the students how many hours are there in 2 weeks and one of the smart guy said 336 hours in 2 weeks and then I was beaten 336 times I scream in pain but no one came to my rescue and after she beat me she said think your self lucky I did not say in seconds.
I laid flat on the floor, I was barely feeling my legs all I could feel my a burning and stinging sensation and all I could think was it hurts I wanted the pain to go away, slowly I fell unconscious, and the morning I woke up in the same place where I fell unconscious and my body was filled with mosquito bites and it was itching and when I tried to get up I felt intense pain in my legs and I couldn't bare the pain and I cried what have I done to deserve this life why do I have to suffer why can't I enjoy my life like others and some students entered the Study room and when they saw me they said oh look the trash is still here and he's crying like a baby...
Day by day, my life became a torture, and I had many thoughts of ending my misery, but the thought of my grandmother being said kept me alive. This miserable life in this dormitory continued for 4 years when I finally got transferred to another school due to my Father's job. I thought I was going to get free from all the bullying and suffering, but I guess my fate was already decided for me to suffer for the things I have not done...