I witnessed one of my classmate getting jumped right in the middle of the classroom. This was in the 9th grade. There were preparation, too. Before the group came in, some of the people who were siding with the bullies were moving class furniture to the side, making room in the center of the class room. He was a big kid, but he had practically no friends, and he's always trapped in his own world, walking weird, imagining he's a treefolk creature. Asking people to arm wrestle with him. He's harmless but can be annoying to some people. I just choose to ignore him.
Finally, he pissed off the wrong crowd that day, there're classmates who were approving to what was taking place: The six or seven guys that's going to fight the one person, on their way to ruin everyone's afternoon. Anyway, he was beaten till he was curling up on the floor, and you can hear him making short, out-of-breath sounds as the random punches and kicks catching him at his stomach, back, ribs, face, by kids that are the size of real adults, who has absolutely no business being a 9th grader.
At one point (when he was still on his feet), he tried making it more civilized, like admitting the defeat by just accepting most of the punches and kicks, than they knocked him over and that's when it dawned on him, it dawned on all of us, and he sounded like he was terrified. Than the cheering died down. Replace by silent, meat beating sound. They were grabbing his head by the bunch of his hair and slamming his head on the floor, repeatedly, like forcing him to do a really dumb, really dull routine over and over again. This is the first time I see what was really wrong with him, what made him the way he was, in his mind, he's more like a child in a lot of ways, he never imagined something like this can ever happened. He begun to make more horrible noises when they were crudely lifting, slamming his head against the floor over and over again. "Mmmom...mmmm!!!....Mmmom!!!! MommmMooomMom!!" He had a minor concussion, and we can tell he had a minor concussion because of how he sounded when he was dialing and speaking to the hospital on his cellphone.
Nobody helped him. Nobody cared enough to do anything, not even afterwards. I don't remember his name, but I saw 2 years ago in the city, I tried to avoid him but than he saw me, we made eye contact and he had the most hateful expression on his face, before he noticed me he was behaving normally, than everything of what he was just revealed in front of me. It was the most demonic look I ever saw. Everything was distorted. Except for being able to social normally when no one from his childhood is near him, to be able to hide it, I'm sure he has become a terrific monster after all these years, carrying what happened that day.
The first thought I had when he use that childish look on me was: Nobody helped, people were preparing the area even before it started, kids who barely ever spoken to him."