Yes. It has to be done.

This is a dream. She’s not really being bullied. So you tell yourself.

You make a decision. It is either teaching this girl what she’s been doing to other people by letting her experience it, hard as it will be, or letting her continue harassing Vivian.

When the image of a happy, smiling Vivian in your arms is replaced by one of her crying in desperation and frustration, all your doubts go away.

You spend the rest of the night filing Taylor’s dreams with the same experiences she’s made Vivian go through. You go to Margaret’s, her best friend’s, dreams and do the same. You figure that if the leaders stop, the others will, too.

They mysteriously lose precious items, have their clothes stolen in the showers and have every friendships cut off. You were about to have them meet a group of girls outside the school, where they would do the same thing they planned on doing to Vivian and film it, but you stop at the meeting part. You don’t have the stomach for that.

When the dreams end, you wake up with a horrible taste in your mouth, and you can’t seem to wash it down with water.