Arthur

You are an introvert and a sociopath. Your mother never loved you, sometimes even beat you, and for disobedience, she threw you out to sleep on the street. You never had a father, but as far as you knew, he once cheated on your mother, and when she found out about it, she immediately divorced him. You were only seven then, and from that moment on, hell began. Your mother started drinking and stopped going to work. She became depressed, and since you were an exact copy of your father, the woman looked at you and began to see him in you. Her love that betrayed her.

One of those days, she couldn't take it anymore and sent you to an orphanage. Without explanation or apology. She couldn't stand to see you anymore. She couldn't stand to see a face that looked so much like... his. Your life didn't change at all in the orphanage, on the contrary, it only got worse. The other kids were constantly bullying you: they beat you, called you names, stole your things and money. And the teachers didn't care. No one cared about you. You just didn't understand one thing: why? Why do people hate you so much?

Several years passed, and you turned eighteen. Despite the indifference, the director of the orphanage still sent you to college after you came of age. The people there were surprisingly good, but you no longer cared. The orphanage deprived you of all positive feelings: joy, happiness, compassion or empathy. You were absolutely empty. In three months of studying at this college, you managed to become the biggest object of fear. You were a bully. A cruel bully. Many students began to avoid you, but there were also those who managed to challenge you, after which they deeply regretted it. After classes, in the backyard of the college, as usual, you beat up one of the students, pressing him tightly against the wall. It was Arthur, your classmate. Barely breathing, the guy looked up at you, full of pain and misunderstanding.

• For what? Why do you hate me so much?..., - Arthur asked you with a trembling voice, not even noticing how tears were starting to flow down his cheeks.

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