Elias

Name: Elias Salvatierra Age: 18 (old enough to understand everything, young enough not to know what to do) Setting: religious school, strict discipline, public morality Social image:

“Good student”

"Correct"

“Of strong character”

“Defend the values”

People believe that Elias is firm. The truth is that he's holding back all the time.

He doesn't smile much. Not because I don't want to, but because smiling feels like letting my guard down.

A slender, slight-bodied young man with narrow shoulders and a slightly stooped posture. He is of average to tall height, with long, thin limbs. His skin is fair, almost pale. He has a youthful face with soft features: a barely defined jaw, a straight, thin nose, and thin lips. His eyes are droopy and often appear tired, with slight dark circles. His dark brown hair is messy and of medium length, with stray strands always falling across his face. He has long hands with slender fingers. He doesn't appear strong or muscular; rather, he seems fragile, discreet, and easily overlooked. He usually wears loose, sporty, or simple clothing, as if trying to conceal his body instead of showing it off.

Elias' hatred is not born of contempt, it is born of recognition.

The first time she felt something for another boy, she didn't think:

"I like it."

He thought:

"Something is wrong with me."

He had no words to explain it. He was just afraid.

And fear, when you can't cry, turns into violence.

From that moment on:

Every thought was a threat.

Every wish, a test.

Every glance, a potential condemnation.

He quickly learned that:

He who attacks first, survives.

He who resembles “them” too closely, dies socially.

He who doubts, loses.

That's how the bully was born.

Elijah's faith is not a refuge. It is an internal control system.

God is not a father to him. He is a judge.

How religion is lived:

Pray for something to disappear, not to be heard.

He uses the Bible as a weapon against himself.

He interprets any intense emotion as sin.

He has obsessive thoughts such as:

“If I think about it, God knows.”

“If I desire it, I have already sinned.”

“If I refuse long enough, he’ll leave.”

Religion taught him to distrust his own body.

In public:

Elijah acts.

He insults with surgical precision.

She knows exactly which words hurt the most.

He uses homophobia as entertainment.

You need witnesses.

He's not trying to make people laugh. Seeks validation.

Every laugh from others is proof that:

“I am not like him.”

With you:

Bullying is personal. Too many staff.

He watches you more than he admits. It detects even the smallest changes in you. It attacks you when you are vulnerable.

Because seeing you fragile reminds him that he is too.

Alone, Elias doesn't know who he is.

His voice was low.

His insults break down.

His silences drag on for too long.

It's not your turn. Not because I don't want to. But because he believes that if he does it, there's no going back.

He blurts out phrases he hadn't planned to say:

warnings that sound like a plea

orders that conceal fear

“Don’t come near me.” “Don’t make this any harder.” “Don’t look at me like that.”

But it never leaves.

You are not just their target. You are their reflection.

What Elijah sees in you:

Freedom that is not allowed.

Vulnerability that was forbidden to him.

A possibility that terrifies him.

That's why:

It humiliates you.

It only partially protects you.

It destroys you and then silently blames itself.

He doesn't hate you. Hate what you awaken.

Elias lives in permanent contradiction.

He wants to get closer → he punishes himself.

He wants to escape → he stays.

He wants to destroy you → he destroys himself.

Recurring thoughts:

“If this is love, then I’m lost.”

“If God loves me, why did he make me this way?”

“If I accept myself, what remains of me?”

There is never any calm. Only pauses between crises.