Stories which the walls hear

Victim No.2

To what extent has bullying ever reached, I heard it kills some people by suicide. I even heard that it destroys lives for simply being alive and existing. Have you ever watched someone get beaten? Have you ever been on the receiving or sending side of it? Or have you been the innocent bystander? Oh so innocent, right?  

Wrong.

Here is yet another story, its not about something that happened to me or something that I did. Its something I watched. 

(Victim's P.O.V)

You know how some people are born bad? For a long time I believed that I was one those people. Day in and day out I used to wonder what the fuck had I done to deserve such treatment. But then one can't let the demons show out now can they? So I smiled, with every kick and every punch my laughter grew. My bully became my friend and fake smiles my salvation. Appearances matter, the way you show yourself, the way others see you, it all fucking matters. No matter how hard I try to forget I'll still distinctly remember how the first kick felt, the year 2014 and there I was in my class V tulip, just like every other day. 

I won't name him for then it would give him power here too, the power of being known, let's call him RS^2(that's to the power 2). So I was friends with him, not out of choice, it was because being alone is batshit crazy in the wild jungle of our school, besides he was popular, being his side chick ensured that I didn't face the wrath of other people. Here's a fact though, it still hurt the same. There were still as many kicks and shoves, my only thankfulness was that they were all by a close knitted group of people and no one else. See I was always the weird kid, the guy who was always beaten up and stuff. That was perhaps the reason I had trouble making any real friends. Real friends matter a lot, I know that now, there is nothing in the world that would protect you like a real friend would except of course our parents.
But they didn't know what happened, they didn't know about the amount of shit I went through just to try to live one day at school,  perhaps that was the mistake on my part, I tried to live. There is this one incident I remember from all the beatings I've had, I'd give you all the detailed information but that would probably take years to complete, so I'll just recount this one incident which stood out from the other ones. Why did it though? Is something that I would probably never know. So this one time these guys were beating me as usual, people were laughing, it was almost surprising that no teacher stepped up to stop it, the keyword being almost.
This one beating was more horrifying than the others , for this time, with every punch and every kick I wondered what it was like to not feel it at all, to just stand in the sidelines  watching, how did all of them feel. The things went to such an extent that I was almost thrown off the roof. That's when it hit me, the shit we call life, it hit me with so much force that it pushed me to where I am today. I don't know how I survived those years, I don't know if I would ever be able to live them down, but what I do know is that they are gone and that its in the past.

No, its not as easy as I am making you believe, cuz shit still hurts right? One of these days when I see his face, and wonder how does anyone ever smile at him, if anyone has the guts to do so. I wonder if people still look up to him, if he ever told someone about what he did, but then I think of course not, cuz why would he, right?

In between this all I think of he would ever be able to live it down, knowing he almost cost me my life that day.

Hey guys, just to let you know this story is real too. The only thing is that the personal views of the victim might differ from what I have written. RS^2 is a real person too, and just so you know, the victim is a guy, and believe it or not I watched it happen.

~theloner