I will recover.

Back to school.

I felt like Danny was saving me. Until Monday at school. I started freaking out; I didn't have a blade to help me regain focus to get the relief I needed. I felt like a junkie going into withdrawal. I started to have an anxiety attack. I felt suffocated like my feet were only aloud to go to the intended destination, I wasn't aloud to go anywhere else. I felt like this huge weight was weighing down on me. Until someone spun me around and kissed me, I instantly pulled back thinking of Danny until I realized the person who did it was Danny.
"What are you doing here?"
"Surprise! I go to school here now, I registered this morning."
"Oh. That's awesome, I would love to chat but I have to get to class."
"Are you okay? You look like you're about to scream."
"I have to get out of these hallways."
"Okay I'll walk you to class."
"Thank you." He didn't let go of me the whole way and it turns out we had the same classes together. Which was great because the class he was walking me to was across campus. He told me to calm down. So I reached up to peck him on the lips. And soon enough we were in P.E. together. Today we were doing line drills. All if P.E. all we did was line drills. Coach eventually told me I was okay to stop, so I did and I sat down and read the rest of the period. I always get picked on for my "special needs", I get called retarded a lot in PE, but I normally ignore it. But today I couldn't.
"Hey retard, did you forget how to breathe?" The kid who said that is, an idiot who's name is about as foul as voldemorts. And for the first time ever I replied, right in front of the coach too.
"Shut up and go back to whatever it is that idiots do. Kay? Good." He looked stunned until he recovered. Mind you Danny is listening waiting for something to strike a nerve.
"Oh, hey, everyone look the retard can talk!" I stood up and walked over to him.
"Yeah, I can talk but you won't be able to in a second." And with that I punched him hard enough that I heard his jaw crack. And then I'm told to go to the office and I look at coach like he's stupid. And say: "He has picked on me everyday this year for me having cancer something you know about, and your job was to stop it and you never did. So if I get in trouble it's on you." And with that I left to the principle. Who told me: "I understand why you did it. But what I don't understand is why you didn't just tell coach?"
"Coach knew. Hell he even watched. I am not getting in trouble for self defense."
"Your not in trouble with me. But his parents can press charges if they want."
"Who's gonna press charges on a cancer kid?" The kid who's name shall not be mentioned got all wide eyed and said: "You have cancer?!?"
"Yes, I do."
The principle said he had to do something so while jaw boy went into the hospital while I was told to go home. Ugh.

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