😵😱At first, I thought he was simply disrupting the lesson and didn’t want to listen to me, but when I understood the real reason, I was truly shocked. I remember that lesson as if it were yesterday. Everything was going as usual: formulas on the board, children writing, the scratching of pencils. But one boy stood out from the rest. He would sit at his desk, then get up after a few minutes. I made a remark — he sat down again. Five minutes later — up again. At first, I thought he was just playing around, trying to get attention, or testing how far he could go. Classmates were already giggling,
clearly thinking he was deliberately disturbing the lesson. I tried to stay calm, but a strange sense of anxiety grew inside me. Why was he doing this over and over? In his eyes, there was none of the usual mischief. When the bell rang, I stopped him at the door: — Daniel, stay a moment. We need to talk.
The classroom emptied, we were left alone. I lowered myself to his eye level and asked quietly: — Why are you behaving like this? Are you bored? Were you trying to make me angry? He blushed, hesitated, and whispered barely audibly: — No… It just hurts to sit. It really hurts.
😨I froze. I asked him to show me. When he lifted his shirt and I saw what he was hiding beneath, my legs went weak. At that moment I realized: this was no joke.
When I saw the marks on his body, something inside me broke. This could not be a coincidence. I tried to speak calmly, even though my hands were trembling: — Daniel… who did this? Crying, he whispered:
— My stepfather. He always does this… if I don’t obey. At that moment, it clicked in my mind: I cannot remain silent. I contacted the school psychologist and the same day we reported the incident to the proper authorities. A few days later, specialists along with the police went to the boy’s home. What they
saw only confirmed the worst fears.
Daniel’s mother met them with a frightened look, her whole body seemed to say: “I’m afraid.” It turned out that she herself had constantly lived under pressure and fear. The stepfather kept both of them under complete control. For me, this was a terrifying revelation. Real violence can be happening around us, and we don’t even notice it until someone decides to lift the veil.