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4 yr. ago
Perfect__Nightmare
They all laughed at me
I suppose you could say I was bullied.
It would start with some simple na͠me calling. The second they started in on me I could feel b!ood rushing to my fac͘e. It made them more relentless. I tried to avoid them, but they always found me. They pitch me, kick me, bug me. The paın was made so much worse because this sort of ab3se should never been from famıly. And my parents did nothing.
They all hate. I did me too. I wasn't as sm͢art, or as talented as my siblings. I had nothıng to offer my famıly. I wanted to earn their lòvè, but all of my attempts just drove them further away. I had almost given up h̴ope.
And then the day came. I had just encountered my nightly bearing. I lifted myself off the floor, slowly, but my oldest brother lıcked me again. I hit the floor once more. I listened to them laugh as I drag myself over the cøld ground and into the darkness.
When I was far enough away to just barely hear their laughter, I let myself collapse onto the snow. I cried for a very long time. All wanted now to dıe.
I awoke some time later to my father's voice. "Son, wake up. I need your help." My father needed me. This was my chance to make him proud.
Before I knew it, it was time. My father told me exactly what to do. I wasn't sure I could do it, but he reassured me.
"I believe in you."
No one had ever said that to me before. My face grew hot again, but I did as my father said. This time no one laughed.
But it didn't matter. I heard the laughing in my head. I felt the attacks all over again. I remembered the bloodƴ těars, the paın caused by my siblings. I remembered my father doing nothıng. My despair turned to anger, and my anger turned to hate. And in that moment, I realized the one quality in myself that might be considered admirable.
I was brave. I whispered it to myself over and over. I said it until I started to make myself believe it.
And then, I looked toward the ground beneath me. With my siblings on my heels and my father trailing behind, I led them down. My face grew hot, hotter than ever.
"Rudolph, what are you doing?!"
I could feel my father pulling on the reins, but I was determined. I was brave.
I kept going down until I met the concrete. My eight siblings followed. And then my father.
Here's the thing about magic... It wasn't enough to save us that night. But it tried. It made their dEAth slow and agonizing. But me? I smiled and I felt my face grow hotter and hotter. I knew my nose was shining brighter than ever before.
And no one was laughing.