A Price for One Push

A Price for One Push

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My life sucks. All I'm good at is hurting people. Whatever I do always creates misunderstandings. I was a prize child. My parents were proud of me; whatever I do always makes them proud. Until one day. Someone bullies me, and I accidentally push him away. He fell from the stairs and was hurt. When the school sent him to the hospital, the doctor said he'd be handicapped for the rest of his life. I tried to explain that it happened by accident. I was trying to defend myself from being hurt. Everyone was scared of him because he was the headmaster's son. No one dared to help me, and all they did was watch. Trembled. As someone who is powerless, no one dares to step up and tell the truth. Maybe it's my fault too. Because I push him recklessly. This is the story of someone who has a double life. During the day, she was a plain Jane. Observing people, she is busy with her life. And at night, she is beyond that.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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