I heard the front door open and close, causing me to jump out of bed. Liam groggily followed me out of the room and downstairs. When I saw my parents in the front entry I was overwhelmed with joy. They were followed by a blonde haired lady and her son. “You’re home early!” I exclaimed engulfing my mum in a hug and right after, my dad. “Liam called and told us you were having problems again,” my dad explained. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and groaned, knowing what this would mean. My parents had a tendency to be over dramatic. They just worried way too much. I knew Liam was just trying to help, but sometimes I wished he would just stop trying. “Sweetie we want you to get better,” My mum encouraged. “I’m fine,” I stated firmly. “But Scar-” My dad started. “I said I’m fine!” I yelled, then took a deep breath to calm myself down, “I’m sorry, it’s just...” I struggled to find the right words, “This is my problem, and I have to be the one to deal with it. None of you can do that for me.” There was silence. No one dared to say a thing until my mum piped up. “Why don’t you three head up to Scarlett’s room and let the parents talk.” I hated when she referred to them in third person as ‘the parents’. Nonetheless I lead Liam and Niall upstairs to my bedroom. I plopped down on my bed as Niall pulled the door shut behind him. Liam took a seat on my swivel chair at my desk and Niall sat down on the bean bag in the corner of my room. “So how was Paris?” I asked Niall. “Trés bien mademoiselle!” He responded. I smiled at him. “What was it like?” I quizzed in wonder. See, Niall’s mum and my parents worked together, and their jobs required much traveling. Niall’s mum took him with everywhere, enabling him to see her, and the world, but for me things were different. My parents left me home, I never got to see them, and I’d never been out of the blasted country. “It was beautiful. Trés belle. The gothic architecture was hypnotizing, the culture was stunning, and I couldn’t get enough of that food.” “You can’t get enough of any food Niall,” Liam teased. “I resent that Monsieur!” Niall exclaimed. “You may resent it, whatever that means, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true,” I told him. Niall stuck his tongue out at me like a young child would. I scowled at him, and then we all burst into laughter. This is what I remember from before the pain; All of us happy together, but then the bullying began, and it spread like a virus. No one was immune. It started with one person who was infected. They were a bully, and they picked their victims. Eventually the virus enters the victims, an they become bullies too. It just becomes this big web of hate, and fear, and anger. And if nobody stops it, pretty soon we’ll all become bullies.

Notes

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