Walking down the corridor, he didn't dare to lift his head up? Why?
What was that thing which didn't let him enjoy his High school?
Voices in his mind didn't allow him to sink into slumber. So far in his life, it was his pillow who was always been friendly towards him.
It was always his pillow, why it was not any human?
It was late at night until he reached his home.
"Where were you?", Ben's mom screeched as he opened the door. Ignoring her, he went upstairs to his room, locked himself inside, threw his bag on the bed, and rested on the floor, tears falling from his closed eyes. Next moment, he stood up and locked himself inside. Feeling unworthy and thinking that he is good for nothing he took out a rope and placed the chair under the fan, in the center of the room.
He climbed the chair, fixed the rope on the fan to hang himself and end his entire life story.
His High school days flashed before his eyes, how he was always a subject of ridicule. He couldn't forget the day he was locked in the loo for hours and the day when he was forced to drink Alcohol. He was the favourite game of most of the guys, known as "Beating Ben."
One thing that was unforgivable and unforgettable was when those guys made him stand naked on a mountain in the cold winds of winter. His patience was dead when entire school laughed at him.
He took a deep breath and surrounded his neck with the rope and kicked the chair.
Next moment, he opened his eyes and found himself lying still on the floor. He woke up it was morning already. It was the exact time to be off to school and to get bullied or be a game called "Beating Ben". He stood up and looked at his reflection on the mirror and noticed the anger on his face as if he is going to knock everybody down. His eyes were gleaming, he was thinking to punish the people who made him suffer.