The first time I noticed, he stopped talking.
But I didn't say anything because he was not my friend.
The next week I noticed bruises all over his body.
Still, I said nothing because he was not my friend.
The next week I noticed red rivers flowing across his arms hidden under his long sleeve shirt.
Yet, I still said nothing because he was not my friend.
I decided that I would speak out to him the next week.
But I was too late, for I could hear the notorious beep everyday for the rest of my life.
