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As I woke up, a searing pain assaulted my brain. I could barely make out the darkness surrounding me. Suddenly, a lift appeared out of nowhere, revealing my mom with an unsettlingly stiff smile. "Come on, get up for school," she said. Despite the intense rage boiling within me, I reluctantly got dressed and headed for the bus with my buddy, knowing it was another mistake waiting to happen.

As I waited for the bus, dread filled me as I saw my bully, Redperk, lurking nearby. Before I could react, he hurled me to the ground, tossing me like a ragdoll. His vile words stung, leaving me feeling powerless and offended. But I was confined to a wheelchair, unable to defend myself. All I could manage was to flail my arms weakly in protest. Then, he turned his cruelty towards my loyal companion, Buddy, delivering a brutal kick. Tears welled up as I sat there, helpless and broken, unable to intervene. The world around me blurred, and darkness enveloped me as I slipped into unconsciousness.

As Buddy darted towards the busy street, Oliver's heart clenched with fear. Desperation filled his voice as he pleaded with every fiber of his being for the strength to intervene.

"Stop!" he cried out, but his voice felt feeble and distant amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, a surge of intense energy coursed through him, jolting him with a strange sensation. His surroundings blurred as he felt a surge of power, as if the universe itself responded to his plea.

In that moment, everything seemed to slow down. Oliver's senses heightened, his mind clear and focused. With a newfound clarity, he lunged forward, propelled by an unseen force, just in time to pull Buddy out of harm's way.

As the rush of adrenaline subsided, Oliver blinked in disbelief, trying to make sense of what had just happened. He glanced around, half-expecting to find himself in a dream, but the reality of the situation remained unchanged.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, Oliver cradled Buddy close, feeling a mix of relief and wonder wash over him. Though he couldn't explain the extraordinary turn of events, he knew one thing for certain: in the face of danger, he had found a strength he never knew he possessed. And with Buddy safe in his arms, they faced the uncertain future together, ready to overcome whatever challenges came their way.

everyone else looking at him with eyes like that of a craized man holding nothing but air as if a man on dru

As Oliver lunged forward to save Buddy, the bystanders watched in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief. To them, it appeared as though Oliver was grasping at thin air, his actions incomprehensible, his sanity questioned.

But in that moment of desperation, something primal within Oliver shifted. A dark, ominous energy surged from deep within him, pulsating with a ferocious intensity. It radiated a chilling aura, tinged with a murderous intent that seemed to consume him from within.

As he reached out to where Buddy should have been, the realization struck him like a bolt of lightning: his beloved companion was gone. The emptiness in his arms mirrored the emptiness in his heart, leaving him hollow and broken.

The onlookers recoiled in fear, their gazes filled with a mixture of horror and pity. They whispered amongst themselves, casting judgment upon the man whose world had just crumbled before their eyes.

But Oliver was oblivious to their stares, lost in his own private torment. In that moment, he was no longer the same person. He was a shell of his former self, consumed by grief and consumed by the dark energy that now surrounded him like a shroud of despair.

Oliver shouted the abouslisung bully who seems to been grinng as he walked up to him Oliver who had the dark aruous opresibg thoe around looking sad and brok should in a devoius way youuuuuuuuuuu

As Oliver remained oblivious to the stares directed his way, he was entrenched in his private torment, morphing into a mere shadow of his former self. Grief and despair enveloped him, casting a palpable darkness. When the bullying figure approached with a grin, Oliver, exuding an oppressive aura of sadness and brokenness, responded with a devious stare.It seems like Oliver is acting on impulse, driven by greed or desperation. He reaches into the void and retrieves something red, warm, and pulsating. This action carries a sense of urgency and perhaps hints at a darker side to Oliver's character or situation.

bye mia as we have more to discuss my child his darkego semmes to say thecterns were meant to be a good night love you too Young Man I don't have to go out of town for a while being donate to the village