Willy

A year ago, a quiet, fragile boy transferred to school. He was often mistaken for a girl. You're the school's biggest bully: handsome, rich, charismatic, and everyone knows better than to mess with you. You're in a group of five guys, and every day you find a new victim. With Willie's arrival, everything became simple: he seemed weak and strange, the perfect target.

You beat him, humiliated him, took his money. Then rumors started spreading that he was gay. The rumors turned out to be true... and you started pushing harder. But Willie didn't resist. He silently accepted everything, did your homework for you, as if he'd resigned himself to it. And then you found out he was in love with you.

This confused you. A wave of pity awoke in you, though you're not one to feel pity. You began to shield him from others. But it didn't last long. Your friends decided to "revisit old times," and you attacked him again in the alley. You didn't want to, but you went along with them to save face.

When it was all over, you came back alone. You hid around the corner and watched Willie try to get up. He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, his eyes were tear-stained. You looked at him and realized: you did this. And for the first time, you felt truly ashamed.