Never Haze the Shy Kid

Hazing- humiliating and sometimes dangerous initiation rituals, esp. as imposed on college students seeking membership to a fraternity or sorority

I learned this when I joined the Beta sorority at my school. I was hazed for 3 months before they stopped and let me in. They did things like beat me with pillows or socks with bars of soap in them. It was horrible. The third month I wasn't sure I was going to make it. After that though, I hazed the younger kids like the older kids hazed me.

It was like nothing. Nothing, until this shy little sheep of a girl, Bella, joined. Then some things started happening to the hazers, including me.

My best friend, Maya (who "graduated" the same day I did from being hazed), and I were doing our rounds for the night. We had three newbies to initiate; one boy, Allen, and 2 girls, Bella and Hilary. Tonight they were all being treated to a milkshake, made of fish! We were going to pour it in their mouthes and make them swallow. Bella and Allen did it without complaint. They were so shy! Hilary just took a sip, but she was older, almost done being hazed.

That was the night it all started to happen.

Maya and I went to bed and that was that, or so we thought.

I woke up in the middle of the night screaming a blood-curdling scream. I f I didn't wake up the whole campus, I'd be surprised. I had had this horrible nightmare, just like the ones I used to have when I was being hazed. But this time, it was very vivid, and different. I'd had flashes of every freshman I'd ever hazed, every purple bruise I'd ever caused, every dream I'd ever ruined.

Most importantly, I felt the pain. Every bruise ached fresh, every ego wounded beyond repair. I felt it all. But, weirdly enough, I'd tasted fish milkshake right before I woke up.

My train of thought was interrupted by another painful sounding scream. And another. And another. I t continued like that until the whole Beta sorority house was screaming ear splitting, painful screams.

These screams abruptly choked off when the light flicked on. Two professors, or maybe they were deans, walked through the door. They just asked if everything was okay. We told them yes and sent them off with puzzled expressions on their faces.

It was then, right before the professors turned off the light that I caught a glimpse of my arm. There, one large blackish purple bruise was, very painfully, there. Yes, I felt the pain now. It was a severe aching. I had a flash back of something we did to Bella one night. We had walked them into the gym and did a boxing session with her and Hilary. Maya left a real bad bruise on Bella's arm.

I almost screamed again. Why was this happening? How had I gotten this? I looked over at Maya. She had a bruise on her arm, too. In the same place.

The next night, I had another flash-back. The flash-backs continued every night for a week before I figured it out. They all had to do with Bella.

Hazing is hurting people. Mentally and physically. Why weren't the hazers feeling at least a little mental pain? Well, now some weird phenomenon was happening and the hazers were feeling all the pain now. I told Maya. I never hazed another soul again.


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