Broken

Yō's POV:

*8 Years Old*

"P-please leave me alone!" I cried out as I cowered into a wall in fear.

Three girls in the year above me stood around me with smirks on their faces. I don't know their names. All I know is that they hate me. Ever since the first day I transferred to this school they've been bullying me nonstop. Today was just another occurrence.

"Begging already? Just how pathetic are you?" The leader of the group sneered as she grabbed my long hair and yanked it up into the air as hard as she could.

I yelped in pain as I struggled to get away. The other two girls grabbed me from the side and held me in place. The leader grabbed something from her pocket. I saw it glint in the light and realized it was a knife.

"Ugly girls like you don't deserve to have long hair." She laughed as she sliced away my hair.

I sobbed in anguish as it fell to the ground. I had worked so hard to grow my hair out after having it short for so long and now it was gone. Soon enough, I was released and looked up. The girls smiled evily at me. I felt my hair to see how badly they had changed it. It was back to the length I had used to have it at.

"There. An ugly girl like you looks better in that style. It brings out all of your flaws." They laughed at me.

"Well, girls, shall we show her who's in charge?" The leader asked.

The other two nodded. I gulped and backed away into the wall. The three of them came at me with punches. I yelped in pain as they beat me up. I wish they'd stop. I don't know what I did to deserve this.

"Hey! Get away from her!" A voice called.

The onslaught of punches stopped. I heard running and knew they had ditched. I hesitantly looked up to see my savior. She always saved me from them.

"Are you alright, Yō? Did they hurt you really badly?"

"N-no... I'm fine, Kanan..." I stammered out.

Kanan frowned as she brushed my hair, "They cut your hair, huh?"

I nodded, tears forming in my eyes again, "Y-yeah... they said that ugly girls like me don't deserve long hair..."

"Well, you're not ugly. They're wrong." Kanan reassured me as she helped me to my feet, "Come on. Let's get you home."

"P-please don't tell Chika. I don't want her to worry... especially after last time..." I mumbled as we started walking.

"Alright. I won't tell her." Kanan agreed.

Last time I told Chika about being bullied she had tried to teach them a lesson. It didn't go in her favor at all. She was beaten to a pulp just like I always was. I don't want her to try something stupid like that again. The last thing I want is for her to get hurt because of me.

...

*Present Day*

"Hey, I heard we have a transfer student coming today. I wonder what she'll be like." Chika told me as we headed to school.

"Hmm. A transfer student? I didn't think we'd get one of those with how small our town is." I replied.

"Yeah. Hey, Yō? Are you gonna pick on her too?" Chika asked with a frown.

I nodded, "Yeah. I'm sure it'll be fun to mess with her."

Once I became 13, I had changed completely. I was no longer the crying child who could get tossed around for fun. I was now the one tossing the crying child around. I became a bully. Chika didn't like that, but she seems to understand my reasoning. She still hangs around with me. I think part of it is because of fear.