You see him everyday at school. Walking down the halls with his eyes glued to the floor, not daring to look up over the rims of his thick framed glasses to see who's calling his name. But when his name is called it is not in a friendly manner. It is in a mocking manner, his name rolling off of their lips like it's poison, like it's a joke, like it's something that should be inexistent. His name: Eridan Ampora. He is bullied, day after day. His books are sent flying across the floor from the "accidental shove" of a passing student. His glasses get ripped from his face and snapped. His clothes, get stolen from his gym locker, and are replaced with a fairy costume. But these are the norm at school. Things like this happen to him everyday, and the bullies only walk away with no punishment, not even a glance. The leader of the pack is his older brother. And you find it horrible how he treats him. He's the one that filled his locker full of Playboy magazines. He's the one that snuck cigarettes in his backpack. He's also the one that pushed him down the stairs on the first day of school, leaving him in a bruised, bloodied, and whimpering heap on the floor.
No one so much as took a glance at him.
Except for you.
But you do nothing about it. Knowing that you will be thrown in the preverbal descend to hell. You simply walk past him, clutching your books to your chest and cringe at the sounds of his whimpering and sniffles.
But that was years ago. When you and him were in eight grade, and when his brother was a Junior.
Now. You're both Freshman. His brother is a Senior. And it's that last week of school. A week underclass students dread for.
Senior prank week.
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Fiksi Penggemar[Trigger Warnings!: Self harm and strong language] [Written by a family member, published by me] [Based on a true story] You've seen a boy at your school be bullied for years by his brother, for once you try to help him, but how will it turn out?
