chapter nine: interrogation. chapter nine: interrogation. [ not that kind of bully ]   “I swear I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch him. And for ’s sake I do not even know the guy!” Luhan retorted frustratingly.   “Okay, calm down, Luhan. And stop swearing. We, I mean, I am interrogating you to know what really happened –” Mr. Wilson, the English teacher said. He wasn’t in the right position to do this kind of thing, but the guidance councilor, the principal, and the other school authorities weren’t that skilled in English, leaving the task to the foreign teacher.   “I am telling you, I didn’t see what happened. I don’t know, sir.” He said the word “sir” with too much stress, making it sound a bit sarcastic and desperate.   Luhan had gone to so much mess. He was caught driving drunk, gone wasted, slept with random girls, ed his own teacher, smoked, tried drugs and weeds once, trespassed, and a lot more. And he wasn’t the kind of guy who would handle such mess with an angry voice and angry veins. He was always the laid-back, cool and calm type.   But those wouldn’t work today, because never, in his entire life, was he wrongly accused of killing someone. No, not killing but physically hurting someone that he was in the hospital, in the ICU particularly, almost lifeless, having broken bones, dysfunctional brain from so much hitting, and almost a dozen of stab wounds.   He was never that kind of bully. He was never a bully, actually. He fought before, but within a group and with a sensible reason. He could fight alone, but never will he pick up a fight with someone too inferior for his own liking. And never will he fight back to someone too weak. He would never beat up someone too innocent. He was a bastard, yes, but not to that extent.   “Then why did some students say they saw you ran out of the washroom, pale and sweating, like a guilty man?”   If I were to commit a crime, I will do it confidently and I won’t run away like coward making it obvious, he wanted to say. But he wouldn’t, because it would just worsen the situation.   “I am scared of blood, okay?” He didn’t want to admit his weakness, but he guessed he had no other option.   “So you ran because you got scared of the blood?” Mr. Wilson asked as if it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.   Luhan shrugged. “Basically, yes.”   “But why are you in that bathroom, anyway?”   “Because I need to pee?” Luhan snickered. It was his turn to think of his words as stupid.   “