…a hollow feeling in his stomach, like a bad premonition. But, as he always did, he hid his fear behind a mocking grin.
“What are you staring at like that? Planning to cry?” he said, shoving her lightly with his shoulder.
Sophie said nothing. She just looked at him. A calm, deep gaze that looked nothing like that of a frightened girl. There was something there—a strange strength, almost soothing. Marcus laughed forcedly, and his friends burst out laughing.
The next day, everything started the same way. Marcus waited for Sophie at the entrance, ready to continue his dirty game. But she walked past him without even acknowledging him. As if he didn’t exist.
Marcus hated being ignored. In front of the others, it was an insult. So he grabbed her wrist and yanked her backpack away. Her notebooks scattered across the floor, and people began to laugh.
“That’s it, let’s see what you’re hiding in there,” he said, laughing as he shook the backpack.
A small, old wooden box fell out, with a rusty little lock. Sophie froze. For the first time, her expression changed. She took a step toward him, her voice calm but cold as ice.
“Give it back, Marcus. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
The laughter stopped abruptly. There was something in her tone that made the air feel heavy. But Marcus, unable to back down, opened the box. Inside was a black-and-white photograph of a woman and a man—probably the girl’s parents. On the back, a date and a handwritten sentence: “Protect me always.”
The moment he touched the photograph, Marcus felt a strange tingling sensation. The image trembled in his hand, and for a second he thought he saw the woman in the photo turn her head. He dropped the picture to the floor, his face drained of color.
Sophie slowly picked it up and said, “I told you—you don’t know what you’re doing.”
At that moment, the hallway lights flickered. A cold draft swept through the entire school. Marcus’s classmates began to back away, frightened. He tried to laugh again, but his voice broke.
From that moment on, everything changed. In the days that followed, Marcus began having nightmares. He heard footsteps in the hallway even when he was alone. He felt a presence watching him at night and woke up drenched in sweat.
He tried to ignore it, but nothing was the same anymore. He could no longer raise his hand against anyone. Every time he tried, an overwhelming weight pressed down on him. And one day, as he passed by Sophie, she said quietly,
“It’s not a curse, Marcus. It’s just your conscience, waking up.”
From that day on, no one ever saw him laugh again. He began defending the ones he had once mocked. He became the protector of the weak.
Years later, when someone asked him what made him change, he smiled bitterly and said only,
“Ten seconds. That’s all it took for me to understand who I was—and who I never wanted to be again.”
And from then on, in that school, no one ever raised their voice at a classmate. Because everyone knew the story of Marcus and Sophie—the girl who defeated evil without ever striking a blow, simply by looking it straight in the eyes.
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