There is a girl next to me who’s sinking. I sit on a dock as she drowns bubbles emitting from the dark depths. She is drowning in guilt. Shame. Another on the other side of the world is the only one who remembers aside from her. Both have pain, both are so, so sorry, but one is the victim and one isn’t. We don’t care for the bully. After all one is scarred and the other not. But aren’t they both? Society has deemed the word evil to a struggler. And she can’t swim because of it. Because of the...