In 10th grade I had a friend(say sam) who was a very nice person in nature,but one of my best friend (say Peter) used to spread rumours about him and I also believed those rumours .After sometime my class fellows used bully him every day and I ignored it thinking he deserved it but deep inside my heart I knew it was wrong.
As time passed he was no longer bullied because his Target changed which was me.
He used to blackmail me to spread rumours about me if I don't do his homework.At that time I understood that only I used to think that he was my best friend while for him I was just a person who would do his assignments and projects for free. In next semester Peter left the school. Gradually Sam and I coincidentally met and became good friends again.
But the real guilt is that whenever we both talked about Peter he told me that he used to cry everyday at home due to constant bullying and cursing done by Peter to him .He said ,"no one was there for me, not even you ".
Even though we are good friends again and now he has forgotten about that incident.But deep down I still have that guilt in my heart that why didn't I helped sam at that time.
More shock arises when I hear everyone saying that peter was a very nice and friendly person 🙂 and I was just jealous of his popularity
