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I'm Ben Hope. 17 years old, in year 12 at Higgs School in England.And in the last few hours, my life has gone to hell.Do you want to know how I got here?No one's here, lol. Anyway, what am I on about? It all started when I thought my no-good boyfriend Charlie had told his sister Tori about our relationship. I was so angry and upset, I couldn't control myself. I had to do something to relieve the stress. So I could think of no better plan than the old-fashioned way of pushing Charlie Spring up against the wall and threatening him. But he didn't want to tell the truth, or maybe it was just me who thought everything he said was a lie. So I hit him. For nothing.I shouldn't have.Because then I got punched in the face by Charlie's current boyfriend, the popular rugby player Nick Nelson. After these sobering blows, I walked home as if nothing had happened. I calmed down a bit, but it was all just the beginning..... The next day I arrived at school with bruises all over my face. I saw Tori in the common room and looked at her with a sad look on my face, like I was going to cry. I really didn't want anyone to know that I seemed to like boys too. I'm going out with a nice girl called Becky Allen now and I kind of like her... Because of all these bad feelings and worries, I decided to go to a party to relax. But it was a mistake...A weird and mysterious blog called "Solitaire" published a post about me and how I hit Charlie. It also almost immediately got me shouted at by Tori, who somehow also happened to be at the party.That would have been fine, but the other kids surrounded me and started beating me up. For the first few minutes I tried to get rid of them, but the alcohol and my already sore body wouldn't let me. I just lay there on the muddy ground, taking brutal blows over and over again, and none of the people watching this performance helped me... Yes, I'm not proud of what I did, but it's so disgusting and unfair... just to see me beaten to a pulp... After a while I was left alone on the floor. I struggled to my feet and walked away from the place as fast as I could. My body was sore and unresponsive and I walked down the road without even looking where I was going, just to get away from this wild place. My eyes fell asleep as I walked. I don't know if it was fatigue or if my body couldn't take it. But suddenly I bumped into someone and just said a soft "I'm sorry" and I was back on the ground... And then darkness and emptiness....