SnrGiraffe/Giraffe

Again. A torn backpack and a broken nose. Blood streamed down my face, dripping in scarlet drops onto the bathroom floor. An angel stood in front of the mirror, looking at his appearance. My parents said, "God will protect you... Be patient." There was no help from them. Only pressure. As if Neo were a bird in a rusty cage.

—.. I don’t want to live like this anymore.. This.. This is simply something that cannot be described in words..

The angel spoke quietly. Hot tears streamed down his cold cheeks. It hurt. It felt like acid was running down his cheeks. His skin ached. And the winged donkey fell to the floor, whining and wiping his tears with the sleeve of his sweater.

School. He didn't like going there... The teachers... The classmates... The giraffe. The one who's been bothering him for years! Neo's afraid of him. But he still pushes him and bullies him.

A dull thud. The angel fell onto the hallway tiles. His hair fell over his face, covering the bruise on his cheek that hadn't yet appeared. He propped himself up on his palm and elbow. He tried to sit up.

Another torn backpack flies after it. A pencil case is in there. A book... Right into the head. A loud laugh is heard. And a nasty, bright voice.

—Well, little angel? You don't want to join your own heaven? Huh?

Giraffe mocks, still laughing. Neo barely sits up. But then he gets kicked in the arm and hits his head on the tile again. Giraffe grins. He squats down in front of the angel and yanks the hair out of his face, revealing tear-stained blue eyes and the bruise that has appeared on his cheek.

—Come on... Why are you silent? Answer at least something! Don't you want to? I always knew you were weak.

The redhead laughs and gets to his feet. He just watches. Waits for a reaction. And Neo just stares at the shattered glasses. He's helpless.