"For one who has conquered his mind, a mind is best of friends, but for one who has failed to do so, the mind is the greatest enemy." -a wise man
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There was no teacher in the class that day.
There you could see some fools bullying a boy with glasses. The boy didn't do anything to them, he was just a weak target to humiliate.
While he was good at studies, the boy with glasses had no real friends; the bullies were making fun of his appearance.
Then a weak-looking twig appeared from among them and started playing with the boy's hair and stole his glasses.
From afar, no one was doing anything. Why is no one doing anything? Some might ask because they don't want to bother with such a 'nuisance'.
Then the twig turned his eyes to another person, who had a normal appearance, absolutely average except for his strong body.
The boy came to stop the guys from bullying him.
So he tried to mess with this boy too, but he was scared because the boy was strong, but why mess with a stronger opponent alone?
So the twig called a boy with a taller height and a fatter body than his asked him to come with him to mess with the boy.
As the twig went to mess with the boy, he started talking in a rude tone to him and insulted him, and the fatty hit him on his head.
The boy who was silent till now grew furious. He then started punching the fatty. Normally, he would go for the weaker ones first, but he wasn't even planning to hit the weaker guy.
The bully, tho he was big, was no match for the boy's strength. As he fell, the boy stopped his punches, but the bully wasn't done. He got up and pinned the boy by the neck to a bench.
The nails dug into the skin, his nails were sharp and left bloody nail marks on the boy's neck. The boy punched the big guy on his jaw while he wasn't letting go of his neck.
He started searching for a weapon and found a pen with which he attacked the fatty on his eyes, the boy got a scar and started bleeding.
Then, when the classroom pulled both of them apart, the normal boy calmed down, but the fatty, in anger of having a scar on his eyes, pushed others aside and rushed to the boy.
And the boy, being still held by others, couldn't avoid him. The bully lifted his head up, charging for a headbutt and hurting the boy's nose. Then, due to this, a lot of blood spilt from the boy's nose.
The boy was contemplating whether he should kill the bully or just stop. If he killed the bully, his life would take a great turn, and he would be in jail. So he stopped. His only loss was a broken nose, which he got many times.
In life, it was common to have a broken nose, but killing a classmate wasn't.
The teachers suddenly rushed to the room while asking the boy what had happened. He contemplated whether to tell them the truth or lie that it was a health problem.
He took a napkin and stopped the blood and the boy was taken to the principal's room where he slept after telling
The principal asked what happened.
After which he was sent to his home
His teacher dropped him off at home, his grandma asked him why he even got into a fight after he showed the injuries, and the boy was contemplating whether they would believe what he said.
Then he got called to the principal's office with his parents the next day.
When he said the truth, the principal blamed him for escalating the situation and fighting back, the boy, of course, knew this would happen.
But his anger still surged 'couldn't I even defend myself
In this world.' He thought
From the moment he was born into this world, he was kind, but this world keeps changing people from the inside, it breaks them and makes them.
There is both love and hate in this world.
But the boy never had love, what he had was hate and fun. Something which he liked was fun, something he didn't hate.
But what was love? He questioned himself.
He was introduced to hate with his brother, his hatred was born of jealousy and pride. The property was written to both equally, but the boy wanted it all, because it was his.
'The elder should have complete control over their parents property' thought the boy.
His fun was born of nothing just like him.
What will love be born of? He questioned himself.
Will he ever find it?
The boys pov
I got suspended, what a great life I have, why should I even live my life? At home my father will scold me again, my brother will act cocky about it.
I wish I just had fun reading manga, novels. Watching funny reels, movies and animes. Talking with people on social media.
But I was born in a society where people can't help but interfere with other people's lives. I hate society.
My strength was natural if I were born in a more warrior-based society, I would have had a good life, but it is also dangerous.
Why do people live? I didn't understand. I planned to kill and harm my brother so many times, I wish I could do it even now.
Kill. Kill. Kill. This was the only thing on my mind. Why was life like this? As I entered my home, I started climbing the stairs.
I slipped, I slipped many times in my life, but this would be fatal, there were too many stairs, this reminds me I had a dream of falling from the stairs after I was pushed by someone from behind.
But I just slipped this time
I had many life-threatening situations in life. But this was bad, I hit my head on the stairs and my mind became fuzzy, my hands got dislocated as I fell, my already damaged nose got broken completely, and my face was crushed.
After I hit the floor, I was still alive.
Is this the end of my life? What a pitiful existence I am. I wish my death had significance
I wish I lived a more fun life. My parents kept saying After u suffer now, you will live a fun life in future, I guess it would never happen. People only suffer.
Whether fiction or reality, it is always the same.
I don't believe in god since I was a child, but in the middle of it, I started believing in him, because I had no hope, I needed someone to feel like I was not alone and that someone loves me.
But I guess god doesn't exist.
Am I evil? At the end of my life, I asked this question.
As I slowly fell asleep, I lost consciousness
My eyes kept staring at the sun, it was so bright, but slowly darkness consumed everything.
It was dark, I couldn't feel my body anymore, I didn't feel anything my body or emotions were gone, I felt as if I were on fire
I am burning in a cold void. Is this the afterlife? I didn't believe in heaven or hell. I belived after I die I will either get reincarnated or just nothing.
My life was a short one ending at 16. Then I just stayed in that place thinking of nothing but my life, I hated everything in the world except the entertainment.
I then felt weak and small all of a sudden, as if I were in an egg; I felt there was a boundary to this void.
If this were an egg, I guess I was reborn. Am I a bird? Will I have a tough life again?.
Then, with my hands, I started beating the boundary. It was hard, extremely hard. I am a baby, but I feel like I can crack it if I try. It's made of mud, probably a pot.
I kept banging it with my hand and it broke, will I finally have a good life?
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