Silent Tears
Bullying ; a verbal, or physical act of cruelty, causing harm to another.
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"H-Hi. My name's Myungsoo, Kim Myungsoo. I...I'm not so sure if you know, but I'm a junior in Woollim High,and...Um...I need to.." Myungsoo bitterly chuckled, as he wiped the tears that had welled up in his eyes. "This is so stupid, me talking to a video camera..." he sniffed, before continuing," I h-have some...problems."
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"Sungyeol!" Myungsoo's usual, friendly beam had spread across his face, illuminating his handsomeness like a natural glow. "Oh, hey," Sungyeol's gummy smile was visible to Myungsoo, as Myungsoo sat beside his friend. "So I heard this new song by Super Junior, it's like amazing. You've GOT to listen to it," Myungsoo held out one side of the earpiece to Sungyeol, as he started playing 'Mr Simple'. After a few verses and choruses, Sungyeol grinned, bobbing his head along to the catchy tune. "It's good, isn't it?" Sungyeol nodded, returning the earpiece back to Myungsoo, before he carried his haversack, the two of them going back to class.
"Okay class, pop quiz! Who knows where Papau New Guinea is?" Mr Kim held up the world map, Myungsoo immediately raising his hand, and pointing to a part of the map,"It's right there sir!" Mr Kim's eyes disappeared, as his proud smile has shone brightly, his praises for Myungsoo never ceasing. Myungsoo merely grinned slightly, happy with the compliments. Little did he know that Sungyeol had been staring at him in a not-so-friendly manner, rolling his eyes the moment Mr Kim started to talk about how great and bright Myungsoo was.
As the bell rang, Sungyeol stood up, heading towards the field, an idea brewing in his head as he summoned two of his friends, Dongwoo and Hoya, revealing his plan, receiving positive reactions from the two. "Hand me your phone," Sungyeol said, and Dongwoo smirked, passing his cellphone to the taller boy, who sent a text to Myungsoo.
Just as Myungsoo was walking home, he felt his iPhone vibrate, so he slipped it out, and looked at his new text.
From 9283718 : You kissing up.
Myungsoo's eyes widened, as he opened the door to his house. "Myungsoo-yah! How was school today?" Myungsoo looked up, his mother's friendly and smiling face in full view. "A-Ah...Um, good." As Myungsoo hid his phone behind his bag and deleted the message, his mother nodded, going back to preparing dinner.
vibrate.
From 9283718 : Loser. You big fat loser.
Myungsoo was just as shocked to receive another text just as cruel as the first one. He decided to just try and laugh it off. *I mean, it'll go away. Don't worry about it Myungsoo.*
Myungsoo's grip on the metal pole had tightened, as the white and blue bus had stopped in front of the bus stop, it's doors opening. The moment he went on, he felt a sense of suspicion, like everyone was looking at him. Even his middle school friend Sungjong didn't smile at him like he normally would. As he sat on a seat, he couldn't help but have this weird, wary feeling. It was like he didn't fit in, like he didn't belong.
two weeks of mean text messages later...
Myungsoo blinked, as he stared at the new email he received. He put his two books away, as he clicked on the "open" file.
From : [email protected]
Myungsoo's eyes got bigger, as he read the website name. He couldn't help but click on it, and a picture of him was edited, to look like Myungsoo was Mr Kim's private area. Myungsoo looked away in both pain and horror, as he covered his eyes and closed the window. That was when a chatroom message popped up.
Anon173829 : Yo loser.
LKim : Who is this?
Anon173829 : UR B1GG35T NiGH+M@R3 DuMB@5$.
LKim : What do you want from m-
"Dinner's ready!" Mrs Kim opened the door, and Myungsoo immediately closed the window, facing his mother. "Neh," he replied, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Is everything alright? You don't look so good." Myungsoo nodded, and Mrs Kim closed the door.
Myungsoo slumped his head onto the table. He didn't like this "anon" one bit. Nor did he enjoy the website. What exactly did he do wrong?
The next morning, as he walked up the bus, he saw so many people laughing and pointing at him, the words " balls" clearly heard. He sighed, sitting in a seat, feeling people throw paper balls at him, except for the sorry glance of the pretty boy sitting diagonally behind him. Sungyeol flashed a beam of sour happiness, as he whipped out Dongwoo's phone once again.
From 9283718 : Enjoying school lately,loser?
That was when Myungsoo's limitations had broke. Snapped. Smashed. Ruined. He stood up, and ran out the bus the moment it opened doors, dragging his bag with him. The laughter of his schoolmates had rung throughout his ears, as he closed his eyes, running back home, slamming his door shut, and locking it. His mother, obviously, was flabbergasted by Myungsoo's entrance. She went to the door, and knocked on it. "Myungsoo," she called. No answer. knock knock knock. "Myungsoo!" her panic level started to quiver slightly, as she continued to try and call her son out.
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Myungsoo sniffed, wiping the tears away from his cheeks. "O-Omm-Omma...I'm s-sorry..." he cried, trying to hide his tears with a weak smile. "S-Saranghaeyo." he did a heart sign with his arms, before collapsing into fits of tears and gasps.
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Mrs Kim too felt tears run down her face. She caressed Myungsoo's limp face, and kissed his forehead. "Saranghae," she murmured, hugging her beloved son, putting down the video camera beside the hospital bedside table, as tears uncontrollably fell.
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Sungyeol stared at the body in front of him. "What happened?" he asked the doctor, and she adjusted her glasses,"It was an attempt of suicide. Myungsoo-ssi here, he overdosed too much on ibuprofen, a type of drug used to cure arthritis and fever symptoms, causing him to go into a temporary coma. It's lucky his mother found him in his room early enough. He could've died any sooner." Sungyeol felt guilt overtake him. It was all just a little joke, a little trick from the green-eyed-monster. He didn't mean to kill Myungsoo. As the doctor left, Sungyeol sat down, next to Myungsoo.
"I-I'm sorry. I know you can hear me Myungsoo. Or at least... I hope. I'm really, honestly sorry. I wish I could turn back time, and I'll be willing to do anything, really. I'll mow your lawn, I'll do your homework, I'll... I'm even willing to kill myself. Please, just wake up..."
Sungyeol burst into tears, as he gripped Myungsoo's hand tightly. "P-Please...J-Just wa-wake up..."
Myungsoo's left hand twitched.
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Bullying is NOT a game. It is not a joke either, and you can really hurt someone by doing so. If you are bullying, even if it's just constant insults and defacing, STOP IT. It really could hurt someone, and it makes the person feel very much unimportant and isolated. I know, I've been through that. I know what it feels to be alone, I know what it's like to eat lunch that's been tampered with. I even know how it's like to detergent sprayed in your eyes. It HURTS. It hurts a lot. So please, understand that you're not the only one, and we can all fight bullying together.
And tell somebody. They really will be able to help. It's a good thing you're still alive now, and you're reading this to tell you that SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER. It is a cowardly way to face your problems, and it never leads anywhere.
Imagine the beautiful sun that could be giving you a healthy warmth. Imagine the serene clouds that could be hiding you from the heat rays. Imagine the amazing treats you could eat, filling your stomach completely. Imagine the wonderful adventures you could go through. If that doesn't help you quit suicide, then imagine the disappointed faces of your parents. Imagine the sadness you'd inflict. Imagine the horrors if your suicide plan doesn't go smoothly, and you'll have to live on life support for the rest of your life. Imagine people gossiping about your death, remembering you as "the person who committed suicide". Do you really want that to happen? Do you really want your name to be tarnished? Think twice before you hold that rope, or swallow those pills, or even use that razor.
If you do support anti-bullying, and you want to be an ambassador on AFF, simply put the words "I'm an ambassador of the Anti-Bullying Association." at the top of your AFF about me, with a link to this page. Please, also share this link to many others. It really can save lives, and save a lot of harm.
Reblog this link if you can. Thank you for hearing me out.
Written completely by PeachCherryProposal, 2012.
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