When I was at Year 10 camp, this guy who used to bully me for being gay broke his arm. The ambulance came and put him on a stretcher and he was like screaming and crying so loudly, and covering his face with his other hand because he didn't want anyone to see him crying. I didn't see it happen, but I saw everyone was gathered on the football field watching the paramedics treat him. So I walked over to see what was going on, and I was like "what happened?" and my best friend goes "Ryan Green broke his arm. It completely snapped" and without even thinking (or noticing that his group of friends - who also bullied me - were standing right there) I just looked down at him and went "Oh well. I never liked him anyway" and smiled/laughed, and no joke EVERYONE looked at me, including the paramedics. It just sort of slipped out. I had no idea what to do, so I just looked at everyone like this:
Turned around and walked away. I noticed his friends were standing right next to me/in front of Ryan as soon as I turned around to walk away. All the blood rushed to my face and I just kept thinking "keep walking, keep walking, keep walking."
They never did anything about it. Makes me wish I stood up for myself more back then. But I was way more insecure/scared to stand up for myself back then.