I keep seeing posts with people going on about being “bullied” for being not white. “OMG when I was little, people teased me because I have an ethnic last name that is hard to pronounce!”
“When I was in preschool, kids made fun of my lunch because my mom packed Chinese food and all the other kids had lunchables! TRIGGERED.”
“I HATE WHITE PEOPLE because I was made fun of in 8th grade for wearing a bindi! Those evil white kids!”
You know what? I’m white, and all the other white kids made fun of me in gym because I had chubby little toes so they all started calling me ‘sausage toes’. You are NOT special, kids will literally make fun of people for anything. It’s not because you aren’t white, it’s because kids are stupid! Everybody was made fun of for something while they were in school. Sit down, drink a glass of water, quit being a whiny bitch and GET OVER IT.
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.” W/ 2p China
You looked at your only way out, longingly. The door, Your only chance of freedom, was just out of your reach thanks to the shackle around your ankle connecting you to the rather lavish room. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was restricting.
Your captor kept you weak, giving you just the bare minimum of necessities in order to survive, including food. Whether it was supposed to be some form of torture or he just didn’t care that much about your health, it was definitely taking it’s toll on your body. You hardly had any energy nowadays.
You heard the click of a door unlocking and in stepped the very man you despised.
You lifted up your heavy head, glared, and looked back down. He looked hurt at your expression.
“Why so hostile? I only came up here to bring you dinner.” He pouted.
Your head snapped up at the word dinner and immediately made your way over to the plate of food he held.
You made a move to grab the food and just as your fingertips brushed the tableware, it was raised out of your reach.
“Ah, ah, ah, Kitten. Maybe when you show a little more gratitude, then and only then, will you get dinner.” He looked down at you like a mother would to a disobedient child.
“What do you want?” You stated bluntly.
“Say, you love me.”
Your eyes bulged out of your head.
“No w-” your stomach growled in protest and your eyes drifted to the mouth watering plate in front of you. You sighed in defeat.
“I…I love you.”
You heard something shatter and were suddenly engulfed in a painfully tight embrace.
“Now, was that so hard?”
You looked over the man’s shoulder at the now tainted food on the ground and a single tear left the corner of your eye. You were so hungry.
Wrote this during gym.^^^^
It’s basically a free period.
When this world was made, Dialga and Palkia appeared. Apparently, there was one more Pokémon
that appeared at the same time. A Pokémon with as much power as Dialga and Palkia...
But also one whose name was never to be spoken--Giratina! It's said to lurk in another world...
A world on the opposite side of ours...
The legend of Giratina has been all but forgotten but to a few... The legend told of a world on the other side of ours. This world. Why does this world exist? Why is Giratina here all alone?
I looked up at her
and shook my shoulders as answer. I wasn’t sure how I felt, I was there but I
wasn’t really there. I was okay but I wasn’t really okay. I was just living,
going through the motions.
I wasn’t sure how I
should start living my life differently. I tried to, tried so hard, but my
tries only resulted in myself and other getting into trouble. So I chose to
stay quiet and don’t try anymore. I was lucky enough the people who were my
friends before stayed with me even after I went crazy for a while.
“Come on, Seol, use
your words” my friend Chan Woo said.