The State Of A Mind (Bully Viewpoint)

There he was again. His favourite play thing, walking through the school gates like a rat trying to escape a trap. He waited for him every morning. Waiting. Watching. It was like a game to him. The Thrill of the hunt. He was top of the food chain, he was the lion his victim was the gazelle in this Serengeti called a playground. This was the concrete jungle and his victim walked right into his game. It started with name calling. Geek. Loser. Shit-face. The longer the name calling went the worse the insults got. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop there. He had to be violent, he had to satisfy his blood lust. He loved the sight of blood gushing from the face of his victims. It was a turn on, it made him feel big and in control. In control of his victim’s feelings, their desires, their dreams. Have the control to, with a click of his fingers, take those dream and desires away leaving an empty shell behind.

He wasn’t always like this. In his younger school days he was top of his class. The best grades, close friends and a beautiful girl on his arm. But slowly, the older he got, his attitude got worse. When he was eleven years old his parents went away on holiday with out him. His parents never came back. A car crash ripping through his life like a fast moving train hurtling towards him. Ever since that day all he could feel is hate. His once blossoming relationship with his girlfriend, turned into a relationship based on lies and unfaithfulness. He hated her but kept her as a trophy. He saw life through tinted glasses. He saw what he does as normal, but as his hate grew so did the pain for his victims.

The bell rang for class and again he was late. His uniform creased his hair a mess. He didn’t care. Again he was top of that food chain. People cowered in fear as he passed them. He sat at the back a few seats away from his victim. His troops along side him he threw pencils. Sharp like needles which stuck into his skin. The teacher never noticed, which meant he could throw more pencils. Each one sharper then before. He was the general with his troops along side him. He sat back as he watched his boys finish what he had started. Laughing inside. His form of revenge for what happened to his parents. But this time was different. Before the victim sat there, taking each attack sobbing in the hallways after wards but this time was different. The victim stood up and walked towards the front. He smiled as he continued his onslaught. The victim stood up on the teachers desk. The teacher shouted at him to come down but he did not. Shit-face was chanted around the room he smiled laughing with his men watching his victim, from what he could see, giving up. The victim pulled slowly pulled a gun out from his trousers. Panic. The last thing he saw was the gun pointing at him and with one swift pull of the trigger the room went black.