Varun's POV

I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.

"Five feet!" My eyes shot open.

I turned to the other side.

"Your mother's womb didn't have space for you, did it? You squeezed little foetus."

My heart beat increased.

I had got beaten up for reacting to this statement, just three weeks ago. It was best for me to just bury it in my head.

"He doesn't even have the guts to look up."

Why would I look up? Do I want to die?

I took a deep breath. A lump formed in my throat.

Why do they do this? Am I that pathetic? I have never ever done anything to them, then why do they makes sure that my life is miserable?

"Five feet!"

"I am five feet six inches now, you dumb ass!"

"Your mother's womb didn't have space for you, did it?"

"Just like your tiny ass brain does not have brain for common sense? Or any intelligence?" I thought to myself, uselessly coming up with answers on my bed.

A drop of tear fell down my eye. In one swift motion I wiped it, foolishly fearing someone would catch me in my empty room and start making fun of me.

I wanted everything to stop. I was sick of this bullying. I was sick of my life.

I wanted to die.

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