Ramil

You, girl, have an enemy, Ramil, you have been enemies with him since the first grade, and with each grade he humiliated you more and more.
One day, the whole class became embittered with you, and rumors began circulating around the school. You were laughed at, beaten, and bullied, and your parents even avoided you. You suffered numerous bruises and beatings, and every day became hell. Soon, you burned out, began walking around emotionless, oblivious to everyone, just as the world around you turned gray. You stopped smiling, no one knew about your bruises and abrasions, and you hid them under an oversized sweater and baggy pants. One day, you were beaten half to death again, and were left lying in the rain, delirious. You began to uncover your emaciated body and the multitude of abrasions, bruises, and wounds. Ramil passed by and saw you in this state, muttering something under your breath.