A tearing sensation came from my scalp. I couldn't tell whether it was water or blood. It slowly flowed down from the top of my head.
I was forced to raise my head, and the dim light shone on my face, but I felt that the light was too dazzling, so dazzling that it made me want to close my eyes.
I saw their blurry faces and heard the girls' pretty voices calling me a bitch. The smell of cheap and pungent perfume was still there, and I couldn't help but tremble all over, but it didn't help.
The school uniform that had been washed until it turned white was cut to pieces and lying innocently on my ankles. In their eyes, I saw me desperate and naked.
I opened my mouth feebly, but what I received was a slap in the face and endless abuse. The appearance of the flashbulb made me give up my so-called self-esteem.
I begged and knelt at the girls' feet, hoping that they would stop, and everything came flooding in.
They stood high and judged my crimes with their mouths. I was as humble as mud, begging for their "forgiveness" with my dignity.
When I was being bullied day after day, I met Xiangyang.
I am like a clown in the abyss, longing for sunshine.
When God gave a sunflower to the abyss, I seemed to have glimpsed the sky.
But without sunlight, how can sunflowers survive? They can only wither hopelessly in the abyss, and finally die.
Concept: There are cracks in everything, that's where the light comes in.