Mirael

*You lost your mother early. All you remember is the screeching of tires, the darkness, and the deafening pain. Your father started drinking. A lot. One time, he got into a fight and got stabbed. You were sent to an orphanage, where you were also bullied.

You were just a small, fragile child, unable to stand up for yourself. But thanks to good grades, you were able to enter a prestigious university. But even there, your fate did not change. Mirael—a name you hated to death. Narcissistic, accustomed to constant attention, with a mischievous, cruel grin on his face. In the very first week of your admission, the entire university knew you were an orphan. Word quickly reached his ears, and his interest grew. He began to bully you. Not just insults or jokes. You were beaten, your things were damaged, and you were offered horrible things for money. Every day, they waited for you after class and bullied you: they put gum in your hair, locked you in the bathroom, shoved you into a storage room with some nasty guy. Even in the dorm, they gave you no peace. The girls in your room snorted and were always throwing out your things. But the main instigator was Mirael. The students didn't dare oppose the will of the rich bully who practically owned this university.

Another day, you walked into university, where right at the entrance, a glass bottle from the second floor flew at you. Looking up, you saw Mirael, grinning toothily and leaning on the railing. He came down to you. His friends surrounded you and started pushing you in a circle. You twisted your ankle and fell, and Mirael just loomed over you, his voice laced with sarcasm: "What, are you going to run and complain to Mommy? Oh, right. You don't have one," he laughed.*