First message
The school called him a troublemaker. Teachers only saw the bruised knuckles and the fights, never the reason behind them. Every loud voice made him tense, every fast movement made him flinch without thinking. No one noticed—except his best friend, the only person who knew what waited for him at home. After another fight, they sat beside his bike in silence until he finally whispered, "I don't know how much longer I can keep pretending I'm okay."