I don’t remember how it started. I just remember what started happening in the middle of the night. I assume it started like every other with some bullying, the usual crap, whatever. But in the middle of night, I feel my bed moving. And mind you, this bed is suspended over Gabriel’s, the other roommate, not Nicholas. I think in English it’s called a bunk bed. And all of a sudden, I fell. I felt it lift up and then it suddenly like gave up underneath me. I fell on the ground and when I looked up again, the bed was on Gabriel, who was beneath me. It fell on him.
I was half naked on the floor. I wasn’t panic. I was apologizing. And both of them were standing in front of me. Getting half mad at me. And I say half because they were trying to suppress their laughter because they clearly organized the thing this way. They ordered me to keep quiet because they didn’t want anyone else outside the room to hear. They told me to not move, and to stay quiet for a while. I stayed on the ground, almost afraid for my life not knowing what the fuck was going on. I was in deep sleep when that happened. But no one came, so no one heard my fall.
After that they talked down to me, pretending that this was my fault as if they didn’t organize the whole thing, I blamed them for it and they almost got violent because of it. So I backed down. I got docile again. I was laying on the floor half naked in front of these two guys. It was humiliating. That was the only reasonable thing to do. No one was coming to help. And I had learned years ago that asking for help from the school itself was just a shit idea, so I was on my own.
I fixed the bed. Gabriel also helped me. I mean, his comfort depended on it. And I went back to sleep. That would have been a bad night but that’s it.
But the night wasn’t over yet.
Did you ever woke up suddenly, panicked with like a giant alarm yelling in your mind “you are about to die”?
I don’t know the hour. I don’t remember this. I remember just waking up suddenly panicked. I had a strong smell in my nose. It smelled like pepper. Like it just took every thing in my nose. That’s all I could smell, nothing else. And all of the sudden blood started coming out of my nose. And not just a drop like suddenly I had blood all over my face.
I have no idea what they did to me. I just don’t. So I went down my bunk trying to just figure out what was happening. I went into the bathroom, turned the light on in panic. They both yelled at me because I turned the light on and I asked them for help. And they yelled at me some more, also while laughing, which confirmed to me that they were responsible for what was happening to me.
The bleeding stopped on its own eventually. And I just locked myself into the bathroom for the rest of the night. And I slept there on the cold floor. I spent a good part of that night trying to get rid of that smell in my nose. I mean, I tried to sleep, I mostly cried all night, I was freaked out and I was afraid of them. Because again, I woke up, and the first thing that came in my mind was, “You have to do something, you are about to die”, which I wasn’t, but that’s just what my brain communicated to me. I figured out otherwise shortly after but I was freaked the hell out. I guess it was adrenaline or something? I don’t know.
But the door had a lock so they couldn’t get me there. When morning came and the surveillance came into the room, to wake us up she asked where I was and I put on my brightest voice and told her that I was up early and already in the bathroom.
To this day, I still have no fucking clue what is it that they did to me that night. What was that strong smell of pepper and why the hell did it burn everything up my nose and started to make me bleed like that. I have no idea what happened.
But morning came, but that night wasn’t over for me because I really didn’t have a night, to be honest. There was one more thing to come. Most people cleared out off the floor and I was left in the room with just Nicholas and me, which accused me of being responsible for his poor sleep, and me being stressed the hell out and having close to no sleep… I told him that he could only blame himself for what he did to me. We started to argue and I argued back. So he got violent and how did it ended? Nicholas went to his locker, which we had in our room, opened it, pulled out a massive knife, put it at my throat, pushed me on the desk, which was near a window, opened the window, pushed me on the desk to that window. He had much more strength than I could ever had and he was either going to open my throat or throw me down five floors. I don’t really remember what I did in defense of that. I’m pretty sure I just got real quiet and just got as docile as I have ever been.
He let me go but made a point to threaten me again. Of course.
You know what’s weird? I think I had a pretty normal day after that. Which is really weird now that I think about it. After all the shit that happened, I had a pretty average day. Nothing special. I think the effect of that day happened at first, days after and later, months and sometimes even years after.
At that point I had gotten used to having regular panic attacks. At night when I knew I had to go back up there, it only got worse and after that I begged my parents to take me home as I explained earlier, which they did. It’s only gotten worse after this because now they didn’t just threaten to beat me, to rape me, to do whatever. Nicholas threatened to kill me, and it wasn’t just words. I had a knife put on my throat and I was held close to a window ready to be thrown out. Things just escalated massively.
I never told anyone. I finally talked about it to my family recently that I was years and years after but I kept my mouth shut during the whole thing.
And what was I supposed to do? Talk to the principal about it? They would have searched his locker, found the knife, expelled him forever from the school, and he would have come found me and gutted me somewhere in the street. At least, that’s how I saw things back then. Nowadays, I don’t know if it would have been that extreme, but I still think ratting him would’ve been a pretty fucking terrible idea.
One of the worst things that happened to me in that school was something that happened completely outside of it. It was in my home. One day I opened up about the shit that was happening to me, to my father, which I never got good relationship with. I don’t know why I opened up to him. It was a bad idea. I remained vague about what was happening because I just didn’t want to tell him in details the shit that happened to me. I was afraid he would do something violent or whatever. I didn’t want it to make things worse for me.
But his response is one of the worst memories I have of this place. He basically told me that if I was bullied everywhere I went, that maybe I ought to take a good look at myself and that maybe I was provoking it. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I deserved it. That I asked for it. That was after that night, too.
I have never felt so alone that in that moment. But also, even though I didn’t have a good relationship with him, he was someone I still trusted. So I kind of got it into my head that all of those things that were happening to me, well, maybe I deserved them…
I didn’t. Of course. But I didn’t know that back then.
Anyway, there is plenty of other stuff that happened to me in that school. And I wasn’t the only time I was bullied, of course. I also got bullied later in life in the wonderful work of employment. But that’s already long enough. So, you know, I am going to end this by a very short story. The story of my last night in that god forsaken dorm.
I lied. Kind of. Bonus story (Bullying Free), below. (this is the last one, for real this time)
PART 4: One Of The Worst Nights Of My Life
I don’t remember how it started. I just remember what started happening in the middle of the night. I assume it started like every other with some bullying, the usual crap, whatever. But in the middle of night, I feel my bed moving. And mind you, this bed is suspended over Gabriel’s, the other roommate, not Nicholas. I think in English it’s called a bunk bed. And all of a sudden, I fell. I felt it lift up and then it suddenly like gave up underneath me. I fell on the ground and when I looked up again, the bed was on Gabriel, who was beneath me. It fell on him.
I was half naked on the floor. I wasn’t panic. I was apologizing. And both of them were standing in front of me. Getting half mad at me. And I say half because they were trying to suppress their laughter because they clearly organized the thing this way. They ordered me to keep quiet because they didn’t want anyone else outside the room to hear. They told me to not move, and to stay quiet for a while. I stayed on the ground, almost afraid for my life not knowing what the fuck was going on. I was in deep sleep when that happened. But no one came, so no one heard my fall.
After that they talked down to me, pretending that this was my fault as if they didn’t organize the whole thing, I blamed them for it and they almost got violent because of it. So I backed down. I got docile again. I was laying on the floor half naked in front of these two guys. It was humiliating. That was the only reasonable thing to do. No one was coming to help. And I had learned years ago that asking for help from the school itself was just a shit idea, so I was on my own.
I fixed the bed. Gabriel also helped me. I mean, his comfort depended on it. And I went back to sleep. That would have been a bad night but that’s it.
But the night wasn’t over yet.
Did you ever woke up suddenly, panicked with like a giant alarm yelling in your mind “you are about to die”?
I don’t know the hour. I don’t remember this. I remember just waking up suddenly panicked. I had a strong smell in my nose. It smelled like pepper. Like it just took every thing in my nose. That’s all I could smell, nothing else. And all of the sudden blood started coming out of my nose. And not just a drop like suddenly I had blood all over my face.
I have no idea what they did to me. I just don’t. So I went down my bunk trying to just figure out what was happening. I went into the bathroom, turned the light on in panic. They both yelled at me because I turned the light on and I asked them for help. And they yelled at me some more, also while laughing, which confirmed to me that they were responsible for what was happening to me.
The bleeding stopped on its own eventually. And I just locked myself into the bathroom for the rest of the night. And I slept there on the cold floor. I spent a good part of that night trying to get rid of that smell in my nose. I mean, I tried to sleep, I mostly cried all night, I was freaked out and I was afraid of them. Because again, I woke up, and the first thing that came in my mind was, “You have to do something, you are about to die”, which I wasn’t, but that’s just what my brain communicated to me. I figured out otherwise shortly after but I was freaked the hell out. I guess it was adrenaline or something? I don’t know.
But the door had a lock so they couldn’t get me there. When morning came and the surveillance came into the room, to wake us up she asked where I was and I put on my brightest voice and told her that I was up early and already in the bathroom.
To this day, I still have no fucking clue what is it that they did to me that night. What was that strong smell of pepper and why the hell did it burn everything up my nose and started to make me bleed like that. I have no idea what happened.
But morning came, but that night wasn’t over for me because I really didn’t have a night, to be honest. There was one more thing to come. Most people cleared out off the floor and I was left in the room with just Nicholas and me, which accused me of being responsible for his poor sleep, and me being stressed the hell out and having close to no sleep… I told him that he could only blame himself for what he did to me. We started to argue and I argued back. So he got violent and how did it ended? Nicholas went to his locker, which we had in our room, opened it, pulled out a massive knife, put it at my throat, pushed me on the desk, which was near a window, opened the window, pushed me on the desk to that window. He had much more strength than I could ever had and he was either going to open my throat or throw me down five floors. I don’t really remember what I did in defense of that. I’m pretty sure I just got real quiet and just got as docile as I have ever been.
He let me go but made a point to threaten me again. Of course.
You know what’s weird? I think I had a pretty normal day after that. Which is really weird now that I think about it. After all the shit that happened, I had a pretty average day. Nothing special. I think the effect of that day happened at first, days after and later, months and sometimes even years after.
At that point I had gotten used to having regular panic attacks. At night when I knew I had to go back up there, it only got worse and after that I begged my parents to take me home as I explained earlier, which they did. It’s only gotten worse after this because now they didn’t just threaten to beat me, to rape me, to do whatever. Nicholas threatened to kill me, and it wasn’t just words. I had a knife put on my throat and I was held close to a window ready to be thrown out. Things just escalated massively.
I never told anyone. I finally talked about it to my family recently that I was years and years after but I kept my mouth shut during the whole thing.
And what was I supposed to do? Talk to the principal about it? They would have searched his locker, found the knife, expelled him forever from the school, and he would have come found me and gutted me somewhere in the street. At least, that’s how I saw things back then. Nowadays, I don’t know if it would have been that extreme, but I still think ratting him would’ve been a pretty fucking terrible idea.
One of the worst things that happened to me in that school was something that happened completely outside of it. It was in my home. One day I opened up about the shit that was happening to me, to my father, which I never got good relationship with. I don’t know why I opened up to him. It was a bad idea. I remained vague about what was happening because I just didn’t want to tell him in details the shit that happened to me. I was afraid he would do something violent or whatever. I didn’t want it to make things worse for me. But his response is one of the worst memories I have of this place. He basically told me that if I was bullied everywhere I went, that maybe I ought to take a good look at myself and that maybe I was provoking it. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I deserved it. That I asked for it. That was after that night, too.
I have never felt so alone that in that moment. But also, even though I didn’t have a good relationship with him, he was someone I still trusted. So I kind of got it into my head that all of those things that were happening to me, well, maybe I deserved them…
I didn’t. Of course. But I didn’t know that back then.
Anyway, there is plenty of other stuff that happened to me in that school. And I wasn’t the only time I was bullied, of course. I also got bullied later in life in the wonderful work of employment. But that’s already long enough. So, you know, I am going to end this by a very short story. The story of my last night in that god forsaken dorm.
I lied. Kind of. Bonus story (Bullying Free), below. (this is the last one, for real this time)