"Actually, they just simply hate me," I said to myself, while sorting out the books they had just torn to pieces, and looking at their retreating figures, "Will all this disappear when you die?"
My family background is not good and my qualifications are mediocre. They always say to me, "Aren't you tired of living? Go and die quickly." I also thought the same, let me die... I thought about committing suicide. Maybe death is also a kind of relief.
I sometimes fantasize about whether in high school or in the future, I can meet someone who can lead me out of the darkness and become my unparalleled hero?
I met his name, Mo Lin, and he has a nice name. He is the first person I have met so far who will not collude with them or stand by and watch. He shouldn't be here, "Mo Lin, please leave quickly, it's too dirty here. Me too, stay away from me." I don't know if he understood this ridiculous conversation, but he probably didn't, because he hugged me.
"We can get out of here soon"
Is it like this? But I really want to die. Goodbye Mo Lin. I'm so tired.
I'm dead. I couldn't see or speak, but I heard Mo Lin apologizing in my ear. He kept saying he was sorry.
"Mo Lin, don't be sorry. I'm so disgusting. I'll make you sad if I die, but if I continue to stay by your side, it will only bring you more disasters, so bye, Mo Lin."
My ears gradually became inaudible, and I felt like my soul was out of body. My wandering soul seemed to give me a freedom I had never had before.
The world I had been living in for 18 years collapsed, and everything turned into smoke, like a dream.
Purpose: Reject school bullying