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𝟎. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭.

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𝐓𝐰; 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞.
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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 laughed and ran around the school as the bell rung, signally that school was over. A few kids stopped on their way out to chat with friends or just walk around the school, waiting for their parents to pick them up. But for some students.

𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 bang against a locker echoed through the gym. A male started coughing and sputtering apologies. A female scoffed at him, and said, "Hey, shut it. Someone might hear you." The female glared down at the male. "Y/n. Look at me." Y/n looked up and met the female's eyes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her uniform matched the other students', including her white shoes and pants.

There was an obvious smattering of makeup across her cheeks and a few freckles. The female crouched down to the male, making him flinch back in fear. "I didn't shove you THAT hard into the locker. You're lucky it's only me here and not the other's. I would have done more than just yell and shove you."

Y/n began to sniffle, quickly wiping away his tears. The female gave him a disgusted look, "Look, I'm being nice to you. But if you want me to get violent, you could've said so." She slapped the male across the face, leaving a big red mark. Y/n stared blankly at the ground, but he felt the pain in his cheek and head.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 had gone on for a couple months now, ever since the death of his mother. He had always been too weak to fight back or even confront anyone. It was just...too painful to think back to what happened. To when she died. He was five years old, and the family wasn't very wealthy, so his mother got sick from being ill all the time.

His father, who never wanted anything to do with her before her death, moved in with another woman and abandoned him. All Y/n had left were memories. Memories he didn't want anymore. So he stayed quiet. When people bullied him in the hallways, they weren't doing it out of cruelty like the others were. They did it because he made them feel better, or at least that's what he told himself. Sometimes, it seemed to work.

Other times, he wished they would stop. And sometimes he wished they would hurt him. Because that's how much easier it was to cope. The bullying got worse a couple weeks ago. Students told him that he should've died with his mother. That it would've spared his father from having to deal with such a useless child.

𝐒𝐨, he took their advice and fell down a well. After he drowned, it seemed that everyone forgot about him.

"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝?" A girl's voice asked softly to the other. "Heard what?" "There's supposed to be another school mystery here," The girl said excitedly. "Really?"  Her friend replied, seeming a bit interested. "Do tell." Another girl chimed in, "He doesn't have a number, which is really interesting about him."

"It's said that behind the school, there is a big well. It's called The Wishing Well. If you go there, make a wish and drop a coin in the well, he will grant your wish. But, you'll have to do it before 12 o'clock. If you don't he'll kill you and take over your body for a day."