everyone in school bullied him for his canine like face, and his family didn't care, so he decided to where a mask, but only seemed to increase the bullying. He decided that he had enough, so the young boy killed himself, and now he's in hell with u...
Boy 1: Ha! Look who's here! Its doggy face! Hahaha! Boy 2: Awwww, the little doggy's gonna cry! Boy 3: Haha! Well, see you later! Loser!
Another day, another set of insults already starting to make its way toward me... Its been years and the treatment has only gotten worse...
Why can't i just have a normal school life......normal friends.
Its all because of how i look.... my face was always more 'canineish' than others...its not even my fault. Ive told my parents countless times about this problem, and they've only shrugged it off, telling me to just ignore them...
I tried...only made it worse. I was making my way to class, when I opened my locker, to find scribbled all over it...inappropriate signs all over inside..... *sigh*
I got all my things and headed for class.
(Six Hours Later)
*ring* *ring* *ring*
Finally...school is over I began packing my bag as fast as possible, turns out... I wasn't fast enough...
Boy 1: Hey doggy! We're back! Miss us? Boy 2: How about you go buy yourself a collar, it'll help ya lots! Hahahaha! Boy 3: Gonna cry doggy? Hahahaha! Pathetic!
I ran away, as fast as possible...I could hear them laughing harder... I ran and ran, I didn't stop until I reached home.
I opened the door, ran up the stairs, went in my room and locked the door.
I threw my bag somewhere at the corner of my room and broke down. Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why can't I be treated like a normal boy? It's not my fault I look like this.
I picked up a mirror which was sitting next to my closet, and looked at myself.
Y/N: This...it's all because of this!
I threw the mirror into the wall shattering it, I fell back down. Sobbing uncontrollably...
Once I was finished, I picked myself up... and was about to lay down on my bed until I tripped over something and hit my head against the closet...
I painfully stood back up again, rubbing my head. Then put the corner of my eye... I saw a mask.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Then an idea hit me, what if i were to cover up my face? Would people eventually forget my face? Would i finally have a normal life?
I placed the mask on me, it fit perfectly.
Then I realized this was a mask given to me by my grandmother as a birthday present.
I then took the mask of, and placed it beside my bed, switched off the lights and layed down on my bed. Hoping tomorrow will be a better day...
(The Next Day)
What was I thinking?
Its been nothing but terrible... people came up with new insults to call me cause of my mask... the teachers ingored all this and continued their lessons as always...
