"Ah!"
A cry of alarm escaped from the woman in sunglasses as she watched the sunrise, her full attention focused on her camera. Leaning against the railing, she never expected someone to come up and push her at this moment.
Holding her camera, she flipped over the railing and, in that split second when she turned her head, she saw the smug smile of the little boy who had pushed her before he ran away quickly.
The woman in sunglasses's mind went blank.
Why?
Why does everyone have to target me? In my family, I have always been bullied and have always been accommodating. Instead of holding back, they drove me out of the house and killed the person closest to me. Now, I came out to the cruise ship to watch the sunrise and relax, but just because I had finished my cookies, you want to push me off the boat and kill me?
Am I supposed to be bullied for the rest of my life? Do evil people deserve to live long?
