When I was in high school, there was a group of guys who used to torment me mercilessly. I never once got into a physical altercation with them, but they did just about everything else that could make an adolescent's life miserable -- verbal abuse, crank calls late at night, threats, and constant ridicule about my appearance to my athletic ability to my group of friends to my teenage crushes. They were so persistent in their attitude and I grew so fed up with it that one day I exploded at them in a rage, stopping short of actually throwing a fist but scaring just about everyone in class. Save for the meeting in the principal's office where I offered a rather tepid apology for that episode, I have not had any interaction with them since.
A few months ago, I found out that one of them died. He was 28.