the girl and her guitar | jimina

her past, consequences blows off

i slapped her. right at her left cheek, I still remember my hand was pain after I hit her so hardly, but I was angry.

mad, sad, betrayal, I felt all of that at once. I also cried. her gang backed her up and pushed me onto the ground after I hit her.

that time, my angel told me to say sorry to her, so I went after her.

"bully! she's the one who slapped me!" she shouted at me right before me, right before all her friends, right before the teachers, and right before true justice.

that's when I also knew, true relationship doesn't exist in real life.

the teachers called me to the office and asked me to reason why I slapped her. I couldn't lie, I did slapped her.

but I couldn't admit that I was wrong, when she was the one who did me dirty first! I was so furious, my head was hurting me already.

after the incident, everyone. everyone, left me. I don't know how did I survive the next half of the year, but it went slow.

memories of my previous friends called me a busy could appear in my mind anytime. imagine how many times they've called me that, when I'm not.

eventually, this incident also got into my parents ears. they were fighting even frequently after that, sometimes, my dad would try to hit me when he's drunk, but mom will be there, for me.

I don't remember what time, but I tried to explain to the teachers, no one listened, the nickname "bully" has officially became my true identity.

I started to thought, if they thought I was a bully, why don't I just do what they think I am ?

so,I became a bully, right at the age of seven.