Finding Naomi

|1.| Goodbye

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Song: Lead me Home~Jamie N Commons.
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|1.| Goodbye

August 28, 2003

"Fatty." Andrew spat, I cried out in pain as he pushed me down. All I could hear was his friends laughter and people calling me different names.

Fatty.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Useless.
Weirdo.

Freak.

That's when the first rock hit me, then another and another.

Suddenly everything became unclear, and my eyes filled with tears. It became harder to breathe by the second, everything was so hot. I curled up into a ball struggling to breathe as my chest tightened. Im scared...

Someone help me...please..someone..

"Hey!" I heard somewhere out into the distance.

"Leave her alone!" I looked up to see a boy stomping over here angrily.

He stood in front of me shielding me from the boys currently throwing rocks at me.

"Hey man get out of the way." Andrew groaned, putting his hand up in a shooing motion.

"No." The boy said firmly standing taller.

Raising an eyebrow, "No?" Andrew restated as if testing the word out on his tongue, something he's never been told before.

"Just leave her alone."

Andrew laughed walking over to me slipping past the boy, "Why?" He asked grabbing my arm.

"It's fun to see her cry, she looks like a pig when she does." He laughed, pulling me up roughly and flicking my nose. "Isn't that right Piggy?" He asked getting into my face.

I cringed away, trying to get out of his hold, gasping for air. His friends laughed along with him, I'm beginning to wonder if they actually think he is funny.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the other boy walking up to us, and before I knew it he had punched Andrew square in the face, making me drop to the ground. Immediately, all of his friends laughter was silenced.

" I said," The boy grabbed Andrew by his shirt, pulling him up to his face.

"Leave. Her. Alone." He growled out, for a 7 year old he looked terrifying.

Andrew nodded rapidly, and the boy dropped him. Immediately Andrew scurried away, his friends close behind him.

The boy looked over to me, his eyes loosing their hatred. He smiled and walked up to me, putting his hand out for me to grab.

"Are you ok?" He asked as I took his hand and he pulled me up. I shook my head, I was still having trouble breathing.

"If you calm down, it will be easier to breath. My mom used to get these when my dad was deployed and he didn't call home. I think she said they were called panic attacks." He said pulling me forward wrapping his arms around me and rubbing my back soothingly.

It took me a while but eventually I had calmed down. I pulled out his hold, looking down. "Thank you.." I muttered sniffling.

He smiled, "Im Terrence. Terrence Tec."

"I'm N-Naomi Whit." I smiled.

"Well Naomi, you don't have to worry about those guys anymore."

"Why is that?" I asked confused, Andrew never stops the torment.