Perspective Diary Entry

I finished my breakfast and stepped out of my front door. It was a bright morning, just like every other day. With my bag on my back and everything ready to go, I stepped down the rusted stairs. On my way to school, there's a park and three blocks that I would have to walk pass.

Usually, I would walk through the park, enjoying its beautiful vista with green trees and blooming flowers, but today, I've decided to take the route around it instead and what I saw was over the edge.

What would you think if you see two people beating up a kid and an un-reacting group of bystander? You'd be like me, scared and petrified and definitely afraid that they are going to victimise you next. So what do you do? You'd stand by and just watch.

I did stand by and watch.

However, what happened after everyone left was horrible. I continued my walk to school but inside, I recognise a strange feeling. I've joined the crowd because I was curious but I couldn't back away because it was strangely intriguing. And then, I realized what I've been feeling all along; it was guilt.

Guilt was a harsh feeling. As I walk, I blamed myself for just watching, for not being able to do anything. For all we know, I could have pulled the target out, told the bullies to stop and protected him. However, I didn't.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to punish the bullies as I know them and as they go to my school. I planned everything out perfectly, thinking that I would just simply stick to it. It wasn't perfect, but I would be out of trouble for sure.

At lunch, when the bell rang, students poured out of classrooms as if they are being freed from prison. There was chit-chatting everywhere. There were kids trying to get to their lunch. There were kids trying to cut through the line and kids trying to get through the crowd. I was standing outside of the bullies' classroom, waiting patiently for him. He finally banged the door open and glanced at me with his bullet eyes. He might have remembered me as one of those bystanders.

And somehow, with my anger, provoked by his stare, I came up to him. Abruptly and unaware of what I was doing, I took all of my strength and aimed for his nose.

There was blood everywhere.

I saw red on my hands, my fingers and the ground.

I still didn't realize what I just did.

The boy was on the floor, barely conscious. I heard calls and voices and I detected people gathering around me and his motionless body. Then I perceived the sound of the siren, the police and the ambulance were called.

This was not my plan.

There are no park and three blocks for me to run back now.