Behind the Smile
Language: en
I was bullied by the entire school. The only light in my life was the student council president — someone untouchable, someone I looked up to. He stepped in for me again and again, gently telling me to stop being weak and letting people walk all over me. Then one day, I was cornered again — punched and kicked by a crowd. I made up my mind. I pressed the button on the voice recorder, determined to finally fight back with evidence. But through all the noise — the shouting, the hitting — a familiar voice cut through. A voice I had come to depend on more than anything. It was dripping with…