The Unfair Loneliness. ∆ ʝ υ и ¢ н є σ ℓ ∆

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- Hey! This is where the geek comes! - The oldest of all those teenagers mocked, while the people behind him laughed non-stop, for that strange condition the foreigner had.

This shelter was a special high school. Only for boys, or rather, boys with special conditions. Whether they had physical or mental illness, everyone would gather in that building to teach regular classes and hang out with some new friends. For the teachers, this idea was truly fantastic, as many children suffered for being different. Here, the difference was normal. They couldn't feel better.

That was the fantasy they had in mind. Because in all places there has to be a cruel person for things to work.

Choi Seungcheol, a 17-year-old boy with shimmering golden hair and dark eyes, suffered from anxiety and bipolar episodes, and was unable to control his anger. Because of this, his parents saw that school as a better alternative, which seemed more like a hospital. He hated hospitals, it was difficult for him to breathe or even maintain a minimum of relaxation. He
hated those places, and now he had to practically live there, because they made them sleep in that institute to keep them under control.

The kids only got their mobile phones for 2 hours to help each other with their homework, and once that time was over the device was removed from their rooms. But that didn't stop them from having fun; the school garden was huge, so that everyone could breathe in peace. Also, in the corridors of the rooms, there were many adventures.

And as I said, they weren't just mentally handicapped. They also presented the physical ones, those problems where teaching was difficult, but there was the possibility of passing the course. There he found everything from peculiar syndromes to people with no arms doing oral exams. That institute was attentive to each child.

And bullying was usual. The teachers always saw it as jokes that were made between themselves, however they did not notice the story that was hidden. The most affected by this issue was a foreigner, a Chinese boy who had been in that country since he was 7 years old. Even with that, people still didn't see him as one of them. His condition was simple: he was paraplegic. Doctors used to visit his house for tests, and due to the stress this caused his family, he lost his father to death 5 years ago. 3 years later, around mid-September, they admitted him to that institute to keep him away from his family. He had harmed his loved ones, he never had any friends. This was only a place to give his mother and brothers a break. Wen Junhui, that lonely kid from China, was treated as a mistake.

He used to commute to class in a wheelchair, his powerful violet hair combed upward and his sea-blue eyes closing on their own from bad sleeping habits. And this did not prevent the
bullying he received from the oldest, Seungcheol.

The routine was always the same: class, work during the break, class, eat and sleep, class and go back to his room, send a new message of apology to his mother, lock his door and sleep at 3 in the morning, because of the demons inside his head.

At that time it was sunset time, when classes were finally over and they could get the technology for 120 minutes long. Junhui was going to his room, and Seungcheol from behind hurting his hair and laughing. The opposite tried to ignore him and arrive as soon as possible to that place that he was already longing for, but once he arrived his face slammed to the ground, complaining of pain.

- Now you're not going so fast, you little dumb... - Seungcheol said wickedly, being the cause of his fall, as he pushed the chair forward. The Chinese boy couldn't even look at him. He was injured.

- Hey, kiddo, look at me when I'm talking to you. - The older one ordered, approaching, lowering his body and taking the other's chin to raise his head and be able to see his blue eyes smaller than before, a bit scared. Something in Seungcheol's heart found compassion stored, and he sighed with some burden.