After I Stopped Being A Troublemaker, My Family Regretted It

In my parents’ eyes, I was a troublemaker. I recorded a video of the school beauty bullying me.

Before I gave the evidence, she cut her arm and cried, saying it was me. They thought I was making trouble again.

My mother held me down and my father tied me with belts and sent me to a closed-door rehab school.

I had evidence, but it couldn’t beat her tears and a single wound. In 1,825 days, I went from a troublemaker to a monster.

When I was released, they picked me up. No hug, just a cold warning: “Your sister is weak. Don’t scare her.”