High school was hell for me. I was the quiet kid in class and my only friend was a guy, who failed last year and had to repeat this year, so we were the go-to targets for every bully at school.
I managed to get through it anyways. Just kept to myself and endured all the hate they threw at us, because that was the only thing I could do. Today I live a decent live.
I have an office job and dating is not to bad, but the mental scars those years of toture left are still strongly present. Last week I met him, Tyler, the worst of them.
He would beat me up regularly and steal my stuff, but he was also the one who brought up the rest of them against me. The Alpha Bully, you could say.
He seems to have grown up, really. He has a good job now. A family. He even seemed to have matured into a decent human being.
But deep down I still hold a grudge. I relive all those terrible moments of my childhood in my dreams every night.
I realized that even though he changed and we both grew up, he's still bullying me. The only difference is, he doesn't even have to be near me anymore to do so. I'm tormenting myself now.