Chapter 2

By the time I was a little bit older I had some friends with whom I would play around and by that I mean I would have constant fights with. I never got along with anyone since I was really stubborn and an attention seeker (still not proud of that phase). I don't why but I only remember fragments of my childhood days, I guess my childhood was clearly none of my business. Anyways I was exceptionally good at studies and always got the first position and my parents were really proud of me. Since I was the smart kid, teachers would favour me and I never got bullied instead I think I bullied some of them. Not in a serious way like I would snatch their stuffs and beat them up rather I would mock the people I didn't like with my words and outcast them.

On the other hand, my elder who was in a public school got bullied all the time. She would get beaten up, her things would be snatched from her and she would come home sad all the time but she wouldn't say a word about it to my parents. She wasn't that good at studies so my parents kept on pestering her for it. Soon she moved to my school and in order to make friends she tried impressing her classmates by telling that she made homebaked cookies when it was really store bought. I know that it sounds silly but she was bullied for the most part of her life so she wanted make a good first impression so those things wouldn't happen to her again. But sadly it did, and I was the major reason for it. When her classmates came to ask me if she really baked those cookies I stupidly said no and that she bought it from the shop. That was a huge mistake because then my sister got heavily bullied after that.

Whenever I would see her I would always see her crying and left out and I didn't wanted to tarnish my reputation so I pretended like I didn't see her. I should have stood up for her. One day she got beaten up right in front of me and when my mom saw the bruises she complained to the principal but nothing really happened. Afterwards she joined the national football team and things went great for her from there.

I was still studying at that time and I had this really big crush on my classmate for a very long time. He was a lazy guy who didn't study and would always break the rules but he was cute af. We were in 5th standard and everyone knew that I liked him even the teachers knew about it. He probably knew about it too but pretended to not know anything. He would make me hearts in the middle of the class and would playfully hit me all the time. I would be over the moon whenever he showed the slightest interest in me. Silly me!

His best friend had a crush on me but I wasn't interested in him at all. The guy would put more effort in me compared to my crush who would feed me breadcrumbs. He once confessed to me and even kissed me on my cheeks but it just made me angry and I didn't talk with him. My crush also had another best friend who showed interest in me too. He would show it in a playful manner and pretended like he hated me but when I would become sad he would be the first to show up and cheer me up. He even carried me once because I wasn't pleased with my project and stared crying. He carried me to class and said that he didn't even bring his project so I was far more better than him. Shit! Why didn't I see that earlier? Lol maybe because I was hopelessly in love with someone else. Dumb me.

My mom decided to shift our house and the place was amazing. I was so happy with how my new home looked. At that time I was hooked on anime and I would watch it a lot. I would stay in my room for hours binge watching anime. My mom and dad got in constant arguments and I was left with my two younger brothers most of the time. Honestly it was really fun being at home alone. I would watch after my brothers and learned to change my youngest brother's diapers. Whenever my dad came home drunk he would yell about my mom's infidelity (which I don't know whether it's true or not) and would beat my youngest brother who was just 2 or 3 at that time. It was weekends at that time and when I woke up my brother was sitting on the couch beside me and watching TV. When I asked him where dad was? He replied saying that he left home and for some reason I felt relieved because I was really tired of the constant fights. I didn't say anything and neither did mom. We ate our breakfast and after that I was cleaning the porch when I suddenly heard loud screams. I heard that scream a million times in my life before and usually I wouldn't pay any heed to it but at that time I don't know what took over me but I ran to the living room to check on my mother. And that scene still haunts me to this day.