Musings

Bully Transformation

I never knew why I was put on this earth. Or why the other kids wanted to make my life a living nightmare. " why me?" Is the question that sticks inside my head like a sticky note.
No matter what I did, or where I would go, they would always find me. When they did, it would get physical. Punches would be launched through the air like rockets in the sky without hesitation. I'm stuck there, paralyzed. Mixed emotions flowing through my brain. I cringed at the sight of their fist getting closer and closer as if it were a 3D image and was set in slow motion on a movie screen. I prayed that I wouldn't bruise from the impact of that punch. It was a game of luck.

It didn't stop there. Insults would constantly go in and out from my ears. You know the saying sticks and stones may brake my bones but words will never hurt me? Well that's A LIE! WORDS DO HURT! They are worse than a punch. A punch is done and over with, but words hurt you mentally. It messes with you.

Once you are told a billion times that you are that nerd or hideous, you start to believe it. You're hit with deep thoughts and anxiety. You are pulled into a world that you cannot escape nor hide from.

But those words are thin air. What could be worse than hearing those insults? Having a visual!

Just trying to be more social and have people actually like me. One day, I pick up my phone and was invited to group chat.... I shouldn't have accepted the request. Insults were used as ammunition by people who were flanking left and right. Their phones were the guns. Bullets hurt, but so did those messages. I felt like those bullets went through me, instead of blood, there was a waterfall of tears streaming down my face.

I am once again sucked into a world of sorrow and depression. I felt like I was almost drowning in my tears. But suddenly, it stopped. By that I meant my sobbing . But after that, I got into a conflict with my conscience and the little voices in my head. " FIGHT BACK!" They screamed. " BRING THEM PAIN!" A smaller voice cried. I needed to make a decision, was I going to make others suffer or do I suffer? I finally decided that they needed a little misery in their life. But that was probably the biggest mistake of my life.

The next thing I knew, I became the bully. I almost felt bad for that unsuspecting victim. Well maybe not at the time. I started to pour out all of my inner strength and fury onto another kid. I would walk around him, trying to seem intimidating. I punched him directly in the face a few times until he fell onto the cold, ground.

Once I threw those punches, people started to protest against my actions. A crowd formed around us. And a girl helped up that boy and punched me back harder and faster. My whole body dropped onto the ground. Do my eyes deceive me, or did she just stand up against the act of bullying? That never happened before.

Since when did people decide to take action?
Once again, I fell into deep thought. But at times, my flow of thoughts was interrupted by the stinging pain of guilt. I got myself on my bully's level and decided to harm another living thing. Perhaps there are good people after all. Maybe they just didn't arrive quick enough to my rescue. I sat there curled up in a ball, once again entering into a deep state of mind. Maybe I'm just not bully material, but then again, who would want to be?

Hey guys, once again, this is inspired by an assignment for school. But this is a script for a voice over for our music project. It's about the victim's perspective and how they transform to become the bully. I'd appreciate feedback from you guys to improve my future musings. Thank you.