THIS IS A STORY OF A KID NO LONGER HERE: Read and think about it. This is not always happening to someone else!

- I will tell you a story about a kid who is no longer here. This story is true, and this is the story of just one boy, and of many more going through the same problem. He lives no more, but his voice lives through his family - it was stated in the story dedicated to a murdered boy, Stanko Gligorijevic

In the school yard of the Elementary school “Knez Ivo od Semberije” in the city of Bijeljina, Republic of Srpska, a 16-year-old Stanko Gligorević was killed last year.

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Allegedly, by a friend, allegedly, because they were both in love with the same girl.

Maja Jovanovic published on Facebook a heartbreaking story from, according to her, the boy's point of view who is no longer here and who was a victim of peer abuse.

We give you the entire story:

"I will tell you a story about a kid who is no longer here. This story is true, and this is the story of just one boy, and of many more going through the same problem.

He lives no more, but his voice lives through his family. I am a child. I am a boy.  I was going to the elementary school. I was somebody who had family, parents, and sister.

I was somebody who had life.

I had. I believed that all the people were good, I was gullible, naive, I thought that all the creatures from the fairy-tales exist just there. In the stories.

I was wrong.

There were beasts among people, too. But I still believed that every story has a happy end. I was wrong.

Among my peers there was he who blackmailed me. Once, he saved me when some other kids attacked me, and I said I owed him. And I became just that.

I was always owing something. For what? For something he had made happening, for something he had previously contemplated.

The boys who attacked me were his friends, everything was just a scene, it was all acting.

I did not know that back then, now I know. The time came for me to help him. He needed money.

I said that I did not have that amount, but he did not care. He was stubborn and said he needed help. I gathered the money.

Once. Twice. And every other time.

The amount was growing larger and larger. In the end he started intercepting and harassing me, in the school, outside the school.

Once he came to my house. I lied to my parents about the money, saying I needed it to buy some expensive T-shirts.

I would go and buy the shirts in a cheap store and I would give the  rest of the money to him.

Him, my "savior". Him, my nightmare.

He became my shadow, he kept asking for more, and more. He blackmailed me.

I thought that he would stop one day. I was wrong.

I told no one about it. No one. My best friend saw that something was troubling me.

That day I told her everything. I was ready to finish the whole thing once and for all.

I was positive to tell him that I cannot give him the money.

I told that to her, my best friend.

She asked me - But what if he attacks you? What if he starts shouting? Do not go alone!

I told her not to worry, and to wait for me at 1:30 PM at the court to tell her how it went. "Do not worry, what can he do to me? He may beat me but he will not kill me."

I was wrong. He did kill me. With a gun. I do not remember anything. Just the fog, his raging eyes and her words: "Take care".

I know you came. I was watching you from above. You rushed to meet me even before, you were hardly waiting to see me.

You should not have seen me like this, never. You should not have.

You should have remembered me alive, not in the pool of blood, dead. You fainted.

I watch you from above, my parents also, I watch their tears, and I start crying too... And...the rain starts falling.

I watch him also, and I expect he will show a sign of remorse.

I am again wrong. His conscience is clear.

He walks free, and where am I? I know where I am not. I am not there with you.

I believed I was capable of solving this problem. If I had just told somebody about it.

You are now together in this and you are fighting for justice. You are fighting against him.

He is still behaving like he used to. He now tortures some other kids.

Is there a bullet for them too if they try to oppose to him?

I look at them, their heads are down, their look is lost, their sleep is gone...

I look at them, they are silent just like I was.

How to tell them not to be silent when I was like them?

Now, I want to scream.

I send them signs all the time, but they do not want to listen to them, they think it is just bad weather.

From time to time, they remember me. I was their peer, I was their friend.

I was. An you who are reading this, maybe I was your friend too.

You going through the same things, maybe I was your friend too.

And you who know somebody having this problem, maybe I was your friend too.

But whose friend are you really?

I believed that everything would end up good.

It did end. But not good.

I was silent. I believed that it would pass. I was wrong. It does not pass.

From this distance I see how many boys had the same problem I had, I see how many  of them are victims of peer abuse.

I kept my mouth shut. I was somebody who had a life. I believed that it would stop.

It did stop.

It stopped with me. They killed me.

I kept my mouth shut. You should not!"

(Telegraf.co.uk)