Two months ago, I was locked in the restroom by a bully, stripped of my clothes and had nude photos taken of me.
When I cried and told my mother, she gave me a cold and indifferent look.
"Why don't they bully others, but you?"
"You are a useless, you might as well die and save yourself the trouble."
When I learned that the bullies included the daughter of the dean and the daughter of her client, my mother immediately brought gifts and asked me to apologize to the bully door-to-door.
"They were the ones who bullied me, why should I apologize?"
She slapped me in public.
"If you can bear it, bear it. If you can't bear it, bear it."
"If you hadn't done something wrong, would others have bullied you?"
Even her words crushed my heart.
"Mom, if I died, would you be sad?"
"Of course I won't feel sad for a loser and you don't have the courage to die!"
'Her words killed me again.
I wanted to ask her a question.
"Mom, if I die, I'm no longer a loser, right?"
Later, I attempted suicide by cutting my wrists, but my father saved me.
When my mother learned that I was hospitalized, she sneered.
"What a great acting! You can avoid going to campus again."