Am I wrong for this?

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Life can be extremely cruel. Sometimes you have a choice, to save yourself or save others.
When I was little I wanted to save the world, I was always worried for everyone else, I would always put myself second no matter on the situation. But I simply grew out of that mindset. You give, and give, and give, and that's where it ends, you end up supporting yourself and everyone around.

"Are you some kind of a weirdo?" - I felt a poke on my shoulder blade. Your parents always say ℐ𝒻 𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓃ℴ𝓎𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊, 𝒽ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊, I honestly do not think that is the case.

"Eat dirt, deep shit" - I said smiling at him. I shoot up my seat and grabbed his hair in a fist, I took a swing to gain more force, while still holding his dark brown hair as it's trying to escape through my fingers.

I heard Mrs Bruntton calling my name as I'm looking in his teary, terrified brown eyes. "Wren! Stop it this instant!" - She yelled as she rushed towards us. At this moment I knew I had to act quickly, before she takes my beautiful, awfully scared victim away from me.

I squeezed his hair tighter as I swinged his head against the freshly washed glass window. He was sobbing extremely loudly as his head smashed against the window over, and over again. I was watching his face covered in blood bouncing off the glass each time with satisfaction in my eyes.

"Wren!" - The teacher called, but I didn't budge. I was too focused on the sound of his broken nose crunching with every hit he took.

𝒜𝓇ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ?

I heard someone calling again, but I couldn't help but study the window becoming more, and more red each time. It was a particularly fascinating picture.

"What did you just say?" - Blake asked amused by me staring into the distance.
Seems I was strong enough only in my mind.

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Extremely graphic and gory content!
Includes abuse and rape scenes!