"Is this retribution?" She muttered to herself as she stared blankly at the blue sky above her head in the alley filled with oil and garbage.
Time passed like this, the blue sky was splashed with ink, and she put on new clothes dotted with stars. She looked at the shining stars and took out the paper knife in her backpack and looked at her wrist.
Her skin looked paler under the reflection of the moonlight. The veins glowing green were like branches of the tree of life. She held the cold blade of the paper knife closer and closer without making any sound. The warm blood flowed out and soaked her dress. She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled: "Finally... Relieved."
Purpose: Have you ever experienced school violence? Are you a superior abuser? Or an isolated and weak person?