The day I was bullied and admitted to the ICU, I had a very long dream.
In my dream, there was a woman who lived for me.
She has practiced Muay Thai, got first place in the exam, and knows how to shut up an opponent with a punch on the chin.
She pulled me up from the corner little by little and forced me to look up at the person.
Then I woke up.
Outside the window is the spring of 2018, two months before the college entrance examination.
The graffiti on the desk is still there, and the laughter in the corridor has not stopped.
The person who lived for me is no longer here.
But I don't want to squat back.
——A bullied teenager decided to live again after waking up in the ICU.
You don't have to become anyone, as long as you no longer look like what you hate.
