Chapter 1
I never walked these halls.
I survived them.
Every day, my shoulders shrank. Every day, they chipped at my spine, laughing while they did it. I wasn’t a student—I was the joke. A thing to throw things at. A thing to whisper about, lie about, spit on without getting caught. I was the target that came pre-approved.
But today?Today I’m not the joke.I’m the ending.
I walk in wearing black. Boots soaked in rain. Hands gripping two short-handled axes—wooden grips worn smooth, blades darker than night. They swing like extensions of me now. Not weapons. Truths.
And today, truth splits bone.
1. Yash — The Commander
The one who decided I wasn’t human enough to be left alone. Mimicked my voice when teachers weren’t looking. Spat in my water bottle. Told everyone I cried in the bathroom. Loud. Charismatic. Rotten to the marrow.
He sees me first. Laughs.
“Look who’s got cosplay today—”
I don’t speak. I sprint.
The first axe cleaves his face mid-laugh. Top lip to nose—gone.He staggers back, blood pouring. I flip the second axe, bury it in his ribs, twist. His scream gurgles out of the hole where his mouth used to be.
Then I split him down the center. Chest to navel.He drops like pulp.
2. Ananya — The Performer
Always had an audience. Laughed loudest. Called me “it” like I was some stray dog in uniform. Drew cartoons of me on desks. Called my lunch “beggar scraps.” The kind who cuts deepest and dares you to flinch.
I find her in the classroom. She runs, slips, hits the floor. I drag her by her braid—like the time she tried to trim my hair off as a joke.
She’s screaming. I raise the axe high.
One blow—her thigh splits open.Second blow—shoulder cracks, blood sprays.Third blow—direct to the face.
Her body jerks. Stops. I exhale. I don’t look away.
3. Kabir — The Coward
Laughed at every insult. Never said them—but never stopped them either. Always behind the camera. Always smiling when I bled inside. People like him? They rot quietly. I just sped it up.
He’s trembling behind the canteen counter. Hands raised. “Please. Please, I never—”
I leap over. Plant my boot on his neck. Bring the axe down on his shin—crunch. He howls.
I split his hand clean off before he can crawl. Blood arcs across the tiles.
“You laughed.”
I swing again. Head. Gone.
4. Ria — The Puppeteer
Popular. Pretty. Poison. Started every whisper campaign. Wrote “UNWANTED” in chalk across my bench. Looked at me like dirt. Her voice always sweet when teachers were around. Venom when they turned.
I find her in the dance room, trembling.
She starts crying instantly. “I was just joking—I didn’t—”
I don’t reply.I tackle her into the mirror.
Glass shatters. She bleeds from the scalp. I slam the flat of my axe into her stomach. Again. Again.
When she drops to her knees, I place the blade on her shoulder.
“Smile for your fans.”
Then I cut. Shoulder to spine. One clean motion.Her scream is short. Her death, quiet suffering.
5. Sahil — The Leech
He fed on the others. Repeated the insults. Added more. Called me “muted meat.” Tripped me down stairs. Doodled coffins in my notebooks. He once poured glue in my locker and said it was an improvement.
He’s the last.
I drag him into the assembly hall. He’s sobbing. Snot pouring. “I’ll do anything—anything—”
I stare at him.
“You already did.”
I swing.The axe hits the hip—he drops.I kick him down.The second axe sinks into his gut. And I chop and keep slicing it while screaming. And then sink the right one deep in his boneI leave it there.I use the first to carve up, dragging through his chest, cracking ribs.
His body shakes. Spasms. Dies ugly.
I yank the blade free, soaked.
I stand alone now. Five corpses. Five chapters closed.
The lights buzz above.The corridor—my cage—smells like iron and freedom.I breathe, deep and slow. The axes hang loose in my hands.I walk forward. Calm. Unhurried.
And behind me...Only silence.
Aftermath: “I Didn’t Burn the World. I Just Lit the Match.”
📰DEHRADUN STUDENT KILLS 5 CLASSMATES IN AXE ATTACK: YEARS OF BULLYING REVEALEDBy Staff Reporter, Hindustan Times | June 13, 2025
Dehradun, Uttarakhand— In a horrific turn of events that has left a prestigious school and an entire community shaken, a 16-year-old student of Dehradun Public School brutally murdered five of his classmates on school premises late Thursday morning. The incident, involving the use of 2 hand axes, occurred during school hours and is being described as one of the most violent acts of student-led aggression in recent Indian history.
While initial social media coverage painted the teen as a “psycho” and “killer freak,” emerging testimony and school records suggest a much deeper story—one rooted in sustained psychological abuse, negligence, and institutional silence.
A Boy Unheard
The accused, whose identity is being withheld due to juvenile protection laws, had been a scholarship student at the school since the 9th standard. Teachers describe him as quiet, withdrawn, academically strong, and “almost invisible.” But peers tell a different story—one of relentless bullying that escalated over time.“He was always alone. People made fun of the way he talked, the clothes he wore. I once saw someone throw a water bottle at him during lunch. He didn’t even flinch,” said a student who asked to remain anonymous.
Former classmates from his previous school confirmed similar patterns. “He was always the kid people picked on. He never fought back,” said one peer.
Ignored Warnings, Silent Scars
According to school sources, multiple complaints were allegedly submitted about verbal bullying, group harassment, and one incident involving destruction of the boy’s locker. None, however, led to disciplinary action.“He once wrote an essay about feeling like a ‘ghost in a war zone’. We thought it was just creative writing,” shared a teacher, visibly shaken.
His mother, a single parent, had reportedly visited the school three times in the last year expressing concern about his mental health and isolation. No counselling was ever arranged.
Mother’s Statement :
“He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t! He was my boy—my sweet, quiet boy. He never raised his voice... never even broke a glass in this house...”
*she breaks down, breath catching*
“They laughed at him. Every day. I begged the school to do something. I wrote emails, I called... I sat outside the principal’s office for hours. They said ‘boys will be boys’. They said he should ‘toughen up’.”
*her voice hardens through the tears*
“Do you know what it’s like to hold your child while he’s shaking, asking you why he was even born? Do you?”
“He came home with bruises. With torn notebooks. With glue in his bag. And he still said sorry for being a burden.”
*she weeps harder, barely forming words*
“He used to hum while brushing his teeth. He used to make chai for me when I was too tired. He used to tell me he loved me every single night...”
“He was mine. And now... he’s a headline.”
“You didn’t just lose five children. I lost the only reason I had to live.”
The Day It Broke
Eyewitnesses say the student walked into the building carrying two axes, both unregistered tools allegedly stolen from a local gardening shed. What followed lasted under 15 minutes but left five students dead in different parts of the campus—including the dance room, canteen, and main corridor.Security camera footage shows precision, silence, and what officials are calling “targeted intention.” Each of the victims had past documented interactions with the boy involving ridicule, exclusion, or emotional cruelty.
One student, whose name appears in disciplinary logs for previous bullying cases, was found nearly dismembered.
A City in Shock, A System on Trial
As vigils are held for the dead, another conversation has begun—about the cost of unchecked bullying and what happens when a silent victim is left unheard too long.“It’s a tragedy all around. We failed five children. But we also failed the sixth,” said Dr. Nivedita Paul, a trauma psychologist assisting with the case.The boy has shown no resistance since his arrest. When asked why he did it, he reportedly answered:“They laughed when I bled. So I made sure no one laughed again.”
📰 Headline Coverage (Mainstream Media)
INDIA TODAY: “From Ghost to Fury: The Boy St. Devine’s Tried to Erase”
“The system made him invisible. The students made him bleed. The silence made him snap.”
THE WIRE: “Murder or Revolt? Teen’s Axe Rampage Exposes a Rotten Culture of Bullying”
Investigative journalist Neha Pradhan writes:“We are not looking at a psychopath. We are looking at a boy who begged, for years, to be seen. When no one answered, he carved his truth in blood.”
THE HINDU (Editorial): “It Shouldn’t Have Taken Five Corpses for a School to Listen”
“Our institutions don’t need more cameras. They need conscience.”
NDTV Debate Clip:
Anchor:“Do we condemn the act? Absolutely. But are we going to pretend this boy wasn’t failed over and over again?”
Psychologist on panel:“This was not revenge. This was rage, fermented in isolation. The school didn’t just ignore the signs—they normalized them.”
Republic TV Clip:
Anchor (aggressive tone):“Are we saying this monster is a victim now?”
Opposing guest (calmly):“He was a child asking for help. You just didn’t hear the screams because he wasn’t holding an axe yet.”
Social Media Reactions:
#JusticeForTheBoytrends on X (formerly Twitter)
@woundedchild:“The boy who got paper balls to the face every day finally threw something back. This time, it cut.”
@NehaRawTruth:“They bullied him. Lied about him. Humiliated him. Y’all only cared when the blood wasn’t his.”
@teacherzero:“As a teacher, I failed someone like him once. He transferred before Class 10. I still remember his eyes. Dead kids don’t lie. But broken ones don’t either.”
@principalWoke:“No matter the pain, murder is never the answer. Stop romanticizing it.”
@stmaryparent:“If he had problems, why didn’t his family take him to therapy instead of waiting till he snapped?!”
The Fire Spreads
Across the country, more kids are speaking out.Students from all over India are posting videos, opening up, naming names.
📱“I was called a cockroach for 2 years. I wanted to die every day. But he did it. He broke the wall. And now I’m speaking.”
📱“They called him crazy. But what’s crazy is how no one listened until blood hit the floor.”
#HeSpokeForUs trends globally.
Of course, the system fights back.TV experts call it“glorifying a killer.”Schools release new zero-tolerance policies—too late.“The same teachers who let me rot now beg for forgiveness on camera.
And people are turning onthemnow.Finally.”
🏫 School’s Official Statement
“We at St. Devine’s are deeply saddened by the tragic events of June 12. The safety of our students has always been our top priority. We are cooperating fully with authorities.
While we acknowledge that the accused student may have faced challenges, violence can never be a justified response. Our thoughts are with all affected families.”
Leaked internal memo says otherwise:
“We need to bury the bullying records. The media’s digging.”
📜 Final Court Statement (Juvenile Board Ruling)
“The boy is to be placed in a high-security juvenile psychiatric facility until the age of 21, with mandatory psychological rehabilitation. The court recognizes that repeated institutional neglect and psychological trauma contributed heavily to the event.”
“The acts were monstrous. But the boy was not born a monster. He was made.”
I sit in a white room now. Four walls. No mirrors. No clocks. Just me and silence.
But outside?
Outside, the world is bleeding.
Teachers are being suspended.Parents are protesting.News anchors are calling each other liars.Bullies are being exposed online—every video, every message, every “just kidding” dragged out into daylight like roaches.
And me?
I’m watching it all.
Laughing.
Not like a maniac. Not wild.Calm. Deep. Like a boy who finally got to take a full breath.
They called me an animal.
Now they see what that really means.
More kids are speaking out.Students from Mumbai to Bangalore are posting videos, opening up, naming names.
#HeSpokeForUs trends worldwide.
I didn’t just kill them.I exposed them.I showed everyone the truth:Monsters wear name tags.Demons get perfect attendance.
And maybe that makes me a monster too.But at least I’m the kind that doesn’t lie.
White room. Dim light.
I sit cross-legged, staring at the camera. Calm. Clean. Unmoving.
Behind me, a TV plays riot footage—students climbing school gates, banners waving, police failing to contain it.
I watch the chaos with quiet joy.I run my thumb slowly down one of the axe handles sealed in a glass case on the wall.
I whisper:
“They caged the wrong animal.”
I rise.
I walk forward.
In the corner, under flickering light, a boy—16, maybe 17—sits tied and gagged to a metal chair. Eyes wide. Sweat slicking his face. He looks like one of them.
I stop in front of him.He squirms. Whimpers.
I crouch down.
“Did you laugh at someone today?”
He stares, shaking.
“Call someone a freak? Push a quiet kid just to see how much he’d take?”
No answer. Just trembling.
I reach down. Unhook my signature axes.
They hum in my hands like they missed me.
I raise them.
*Fade to black*
