SEDATEPHOBIA | Dream

VII

" Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness."
- Steve Maraboli.

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"You freak."

"Go rot in hell.,"

"Psycho."

Insult after insult.

Little Clay leaned against the headboard of his bed, the voices from his bullies not allowing him to rest again. A sigh left his mouth before his sight became blurry, little hiccups leaving his mouth as he held back ugly sobs from escaping.

Am I really a freak?

His mind was fuzzy and he felt lightheaded. Of course, this wasn't the first time that he got bullied for his ADHD, but it still hurt him whenever it happened.

Does my ADHD really make me a psycho?

His head felt like it might explode any given minute as he felt like he stumbled from one thought to another.

I need fresh air.

Determinded, he grabbed his jacket before storming out of his house, walking to his most favorite place, the park.

It was a small and lively place. There were a few little paths where you could take calming walks through cherry blossoms and a cute little stream that ran across the park. A wooden bridge connected the whole place.

If there was one place Clay would have to chose as his favorite one, it would be the park across the street.

Walking along the little stream of water, Clay let every sound sink into his mind as he finally felt somewhat free.

The sound of water running along stones, the sweet chirping of birds, the calm rustling of wind blowing through leaves, making it sound like the trees were trying to whisper something, the children laughing as they played games like tag.

Every sound together gave this place a comforting aura, a gentle feeling that made you finally feel like everything's going to be okay.

Clay smiled to himself subconsciously as he walked his favorite path, feeling the exhaustion slowly get blown away with the little breeze that moved through his dirty blonde locks.

Somehow, it was still a beautiful day after all.

Or so he thought.

"Ooh look it's the freak!"

Loud and mocking laughter interrupted Clay's trance of bliss as his face morphed into shock, seeing his bullies approach him with their chins held high.

Why now?

He wanted to cry as he thought about how they were the only ones on this particular path.

I should've waited for Nick before coming here.

His best friend, neighbour and at the moment greatest support had a different schedule, leaving Clay somtimes alone in his house since his parents normally still work when Clay comes back from school.

One strong push made the boy fall onto his back as tears gathered in his eyes again.

I'm such a crybaby.

"What a loser, can't even handle a single push."

"Tch."

"What about a whole beating?"

Their laughter made Clay cower in fear as he watched the way the bullies lowly walked up to him, evil expressions coating their faces.

"S-Stop."

His voice was weak as Clay hid his head between his ellbows, covering his ears.

"Hah! What did the pissbaby just say?"

"He said STOP you deaf piece of crap."

An unfamiliar voice made the whole scene stop as Clay froze, not daring to look at his bullies' enraged faces.

"Excuse me?"

One of the bullies asked with sarcasm and annoyance tinting his voice.

"You're excused."

Clay finally recognized a thick british accent.

"Leave the boy alone. I have a recording of everything that happened the past five minutes. Scram before I hit the call button to reach the police."

A threat hung in the air as everyone stood still, not knowing how to react.

"Aye, let's get away from here."

One after another, the bullies ran away, looking like cowards after all.

Clay didn't dare to look up, still in shock about everything he witnessed the past two minutes.

"H-Hello?"

The same voice now gently asked, a soft touch on Clay's shoulder, making him flinch in the result.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you..."

The voice was gentle and soothing.

Clay somehow liked that.

"A-Are they gone?"

His voice was small and you could hear how scared he was from the slight tremble in it.

"Huh? Oh yeah, they're gone. Ran away like crybabies at the mention of the police."

A soft chuckle finally made Clay look up, now wanting to finally see his britsh savior.

The boy looked....normal?

He had soft features and brown eyes. He was smiling with a slight amused glint present in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Clay was hesitant when asking this question, not knowing wether it came off as rude or not.

"The name's George Davidson. Nice to meet you."

George stuck out one hand, offering Clay a handshake, or maybe a supporting hand to help him stand up, or maybe both.

Clay carefully grabbed his hand, immediately feeling a claming and gentle aura emmiting from George.

Getting to his feet, he immediately noticed how small George actually was in comparison to him, yet he still managed to hold that intimidating aura when facing the bullies.

Clay wondered how.

"Don't let those good for nothing punks get to your head. All you need is a little bit of confidence to defend yourself."

That was the sentence that changed Clay's whole life.

All he needed was a little bit of confidence.

A little bit on confidence led to him becoming stronger, mentally and physically.

A little bit of confidence was all he needed to become the person he is now.

That particular day, almost ten years ago, another friendship bloomed, a friendship that was based on acceptance and love.

Almost ten years later, a single mistake was all it took to kill it.

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Tbc

I LITERALLY WROTE THIS ON A CAR RIDE AFTER A VEEEERY TIRING DAY PLZ DON'T JUDGE ME-
I swear to god that I'm trying to be a good author 🤚🤠

I also PUBLISHED a MCYT ONESHOT on my other book JASMINE TEA hehr-

Word count: 1020 words

Until next time my lovely PoTAEtoes ;)❤️

03.12.2021