Angry at Love

chapter 21

Warning: slurs and some violence in this chapter

<<<MILES>>>

It had been a few days since Fisher took my meds.

Casey ignored me completely, and I felt like shit.

I tried talking to him multiple times, asking him what happened. But he acted as if I didn't even exist.

I'd had multiple mini seizures and I was constantly on edge, expecting to have a tonic clonic one.

I always wear sunglasses now, trying to block out flashy lights. I tried to always keep my eyes on the ground, never looking up so that I wouldn't see flickering lights or reflections of those lights on windows. I didn't look at anyone because I knew that bright contrasting colours set it off too. I even protected myself against triggers I don't have, just to avoid the possibility.

But it still felt like it was just waiting to happen. Like just one tiny thing would send me convulsing on the floor.

And it scared me. Tonic clonic seizures scare me, not that I'd ever say that out loud, so be glad I said it to you.

And somehow, (I suspect Fisher) everyone suddenly knew I was gay.

It's not like I was hiding it or anything, but nobody asked and if I didn't need to give them another thing to use against me, then I sure as hell wouldn't.

So yeah, I guess it was kinda a secret.

The past few days I had lots of warning signs. Mood swings, irritability, headaches. I knew it was coming. I knew it.

I was trudging down the hall to my locker, the day was over and I finally got out of detention.

My steps echoed in the empty hallway, and I was tempted to look up. But I didn't.

And then suddenly my footsteps were not the only ones echoing.

There were three kids, two jocks from the football team, and a cheerleader, probably one of their girlfriends. They stood in front of the, blocking the hallway. I had glanced up without really meaning to, and immediately looked down again.

I ignored them and kept walking. Trying to push through. But they didn't move.

Instead they circled around me, grinning like idiots.

I sighed, I just wanted to go and find some random swing in some random park to sit on.

"Oh come on, we just wanna talk." One of them said, pulling that horrible fake smile adults always fell for.

The girl piped in, "Yeah, don't be rude. We just wanna chat."

I glared at the jock in front of me and tried to shove through once more, but he pushed me back. He was strong. I mean, I'm strong too. I can fight well from experience but I'm not exactly a football player who probably takes steroids.

The second jock caught me as I stumbled back, and I wrestled out of his grip. I threw a punch at the first one before the second got a better hold on me.

I elbowed him in the gut and he grunted, but held on. So I did it again, this time harder. And he held on.

This time, I couldn't get out of his hold, no matter how hard I struggled.

The first jock stepped behind me and helped hold me, making escape even more impossible.

The girl sauntered up to me, flipping her hair as she spoke. "So, a little birdie told me your a fag." she pursed her lips, then continued. "And that you lost your seizure medicine. And when I heard this, I thought I'd take the opportunity."

She had started pacing like some evil villain while she spoke, "Do you really have epilepsy? Or are you just faking it? I think, if you don't have it, we'll just beat you up instead. But if you do... then I think you deserve a little pain, fag."

She took out her phone with a Cheshire grin, and I struggled harder.

I figured I'd get a seizure, but this was worse.

She plucked my sunglasses off and dropped them like they had some kind of disgusting slug on it. And then she squished them under her heel with a sneer

I was seething, needless to say. But simultaneously, I was terrified. I tried to focus on the anger so they wouldn't see the other part. But it didn't work. She saw it, I knew she did. And she savoured it. She savoured it like it was gourmet cuisine.

I struggled against the steroid grips, but all I got was light grunts in return.

The girl smiled sweetly, as if she was just helping out an old lady cross the road and not about to intentionally give me a huge seizure.

She tapped her phone a few times, and then held it to my face, almost in my eyes as she rapidly tapped the flashlight thing.

I shut my eyes tight, trying to block it out. I tried to look away but one of the jocks pushed my head back.

It didn't work. I couldn't do anything.

That deja vu feeling I always got before a seizure always freaked me out.

Nauseousness.

My stomach emptied itself on the floor, and I had a feeling it landed on the cheerleader girl. She might've said something, but I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything.

And then my legs buckled, and I fell back into the jocks arms limply.

Everything went dark.