Now, It's Your Turn

The Bullied Girl

Having the perfect house, and family, Samantha was a girl full of joy, always ready to jump into games and share laughs with her friends. They would play hide and seek, tag, or share their made-up stories while lying on the grass while the warm humid air brushed against their faces. Aside from that, She had a never-ending curiosity for knowledge, Enjoying discovering the secrets hidden in the world around her. Her days were full of exploring and having fun, which made her happy and filled her life with wonder. All of that changed when she started middle school, all these bright and happy moments began to fade away as she faced new and tough challenges.

In the beginning, Samantha didn't think much of it. She thought kids in high school were a little brutal compared to her elementary school, so when she received pinches, punches, and snarky remarks. She brushed it off, believing them to be nothing more than clumsy attempts at humor. However, these moments of teasing grew in frequency and malice. The girls made up a mean story about Samantha, casting her as an outcast. They labeled her "weird" and a "witch," mocking her for the gothic flair that was as much a part of her as her smile. They aimed her clothing, her hairstyle, and her interest in the ethereal and ghostly, stripping away the joy from her school life and leaving her to navigate a lonely and bewildering path.

Instead of dwelling on their hurtful comments, Samantha poured all her energy into her studies in hopes of finding peace within the pages of her textbooks. This made her the top of her section and the valedictorian of her whole class, which angered her bullies. When she returned next year, at the start of class, her bullies planted a bombshell that would turn things around.

When Samantha entered her school, dozens of flyers were stuck in every inch of the wall, containing fake accusations against her. Students gave her rude looks and gossiped behind her back. As much as she tried to avoid these the weight of her struggles began to erode her concentration. Day after day, she returned home burdened by a cloak of sadness and isolation. Despite her best efforts to remain engaged, her academic performance started to dwindle, and she found herself retreating further from the warmth of her friends and family.

As time passed, the bullying took on a more menacing form. The hallways of the school became a battleground where Samantha was physically pushed around; her books were frequently sent sprawling across the floor by jeering tormentors. Their cruel words seemed to echo endlessly around her. In a particularly harrowing incident, Samantha found herself imprisoned in a dark closet for hours, her pleas for help muffled by the walls that confined her. Panicked and desperate, she felt utterly alone in her fight for freedom. Seeking aid, she turned to her teachers, only to have her voice drowned out by the conflicting accounts of her peers, leaving her pleas for help unanswered and her situation seemingly hopeless.

As the torment relentlessly persisted, Samantha found herself sinking deeper into a dilemma of isolation. Each day was a battlefield for her. She got so paranoid that she kept on looking over her shoulder. This constant state of vigilance and fear took a heavy toll on her, casting a pall over her once vibrant spirit. Her parents, observing the stark transformation in her demeanor, sought to bridge the chasm of silence that had formed. Yet, Samantha, burdened by shame, remained silent. The thought of revealing her ordeal felt akin to admitting weakness, and she couldn't bear the idea of becoming a burden to them.

The relentless cycle of bullying culminated in a harrowing episode that shattered Samantha's already fragile sense of safety. On a day that began like any other, as Samantha was walking home from school, She found herself being dragged by dozens of hands in an alleyway, she turned to only be faced with every student in her class holding a stick or bat in their hands. She screamed for help, but it was useless. The girls unleashed a brutal assault. They kicked her, punched her, and slapped her leaving Samantha with broken ribs, bruises, and lots of wounds. She tried to move, but her whole body ached. Miraculously, a neighbor, who was walking by, intervened upon the scene, rescuing Samantha from what could have been a tragic fate. This incident marked a turning point, exposing the severity of Samantha's plight and the urgent need for change.

Samantha ended up in a hospital bed, dealing with both her visible injuries and the deep emotional hurt she felt inside. While in the hospital, she told her parents everything that happened. But their response wasn't what she expected. They were in a tough spot, in a school where money seemed to control fairness, and her family didn't have much power. The thought of fighting a legal battle against people with a lot more money was too much, so they felt they couldn't do much about the bullies.

Burning with anger and malice, Samantha reached a breaking point. No longer willing to be a victim, she resolved to take matters into her own hands. Driven by a fervent desire for retribution, she delved into exhaustive research, her quest for vengeance leading her to the shadowy corners of ancient dark magic.

When she got back from the hospital, she spent countless hours in the glow of her computer screen. with her expertise in chemistry, Samantha's determination bore fruit. She stumbled upon a solution that resonated with her desire to make her bullies feel the depth and pain they let her experience. With meticulous care, she brewed a potion, a sinister elixir composed of potent herbs and toxic substances aimed at inflicting her tormentors with a taste of their own medicine.

On the day of her return, students fakely welcomed her back, which stirred up Samanta's anger more. During lunch, when everyone was in the cafeteria, she infused the liquids she brewed into the school's water supply, ensuring that anyone drinking the water would experience a sharp pain like a thousand needles being pierced every second. As she navigated the corridors, the initial signs of discomfort became audible—students began to emit moans and whimpers, She gave a sly smirk, feeling accomplished, but that was not enough!

She made her way into the primary classroom, methodically securing the doors behind her, effectively trapping her adversaries within. The power dynamics had shifted; there was no avenue for escape for those who once tormented her. Panic-stricken screams punctured the air as the potion's influence took hold, escalating the room's atmosphere into one of sheer terror.

Blood poured out of the student's mouths as their eyes became red. They shouted and cried. "Samantha we're sorry, please help us!" the students knew it was her as she was the only one not affected.

Samantha just laughed "Did you stop when I asked you to?" Samantha's voice, devoid of warmth, cut through the chaos as she approached the now-cowering students. "I'm curious to see how amusing you find it when you're on your knees, pleading for mercy."

The classroom swiftly transformed into a tableau of horror as Samantha commenced her retribution. Her determination was unyielding; she resolved to show no mercy, channeling her fury toward each perpetrator who had contributed to her torment.

"Each of you will pay for everything you have done to me," Samantha proclaimed, her onslaught relentless. "Never again will anyone inflict harm upon me." Samantha laughed maniacally as her classmates' shouts and cries echoed in the school corridors.