Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite.
“Because someone did it for me once,” I lied. No one had. But someone should have. And now, someone would. ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite!
My feet moved before my mind caught up. I stepped between them—the pack of hyenas and their prey—and said the words that had lived in my chest since seventh grade. Ijimeru nara watashi no karada ni shite
So aim it here. I’ve got the scars to prove I’ll survive. And the silence of one saved kid is worth a thousand bruises. But someone should have
The world teaches you that cruelty is a force of nature—unavoidable, like rain or rust. But rain can be redirected. Rust can be scraped off. And cruelty, if you’re brave or stupid enough, can be aimed.
“If you’re going to bully someone,” I repeated, voice steady, “do it to my body instead.”
The smaller kid stared at me, eyes wet and wide. “Why would you—”