I am not a bully. I will not lay my hands onto another human soul. Though as I did this act of violence, I felt a strong surge of strength. I beat the bully, thus making me the bigger bully.
It was a feeling that gave me to much power. I could not release it. I kept going. By now the bully lay limb in my grasp and as if a God, I punished him more and more.
But still, I am not a bully. My heart pounds and sends thunder into my ears, my hands sweat, my breathe comes out in hurried puffs of white.
The snow is covered in blood. I feel every bone in my turn to jelly. I have to breathe slower to look at what I've done.
I am not a bully. I am not... I could not finish.
I AM a bully.