Bite the Dust, While Full of Lust

Fucking Mornings

It echoes through my head, as I hear someone's voice calling my name, wanting me to come to them. As I open my eyes, I see a guy with jet black hair and red eyes, staring back at me.

"Hey there, don't be shy. I won't bite, at least not yet~"

I couldn't speak as the stranger started kissing my neck, moving down more and more. I felt like my body was on fire, and it wouldn't stop. I wanted to call out, but I couldn't.

"Shhhh, I'll be gentle, don't worry, you're my sweet treat, today."

Was this a dream? Or was this reality? I couldn't tell anymore and I didn't really care, as I was just about to let this stranger have me. I was about to call out, "Wait," when I heard a large bell ringing constantly and going off. I was confused, until I realized my alarm was going off.

I reluctantly got up, turned my alarm off, and got ready for another day of hell. The same things would happen as per everyday as if it were a schedule. First, I would walk out my dorm and have to choose between getting beaten up by the popular upperclassmen who smoked in the hall, or get my head shoved into a toilet by their girlfriends. I didn't feel like wanting to puke this morning due to the smell of foul urine, so I went towards the strong smell of cigarettes and weed.

"Awww, look who's here! Our favorite punching bag! Now let's see which part of your face we can try to break this time," said Nick, the main guy who dated one of the most popular sluts.

I sighed, removed my glasses, and got down on my knees, ready for the beating to start.

"Now, now. We've been doing the same routine for a while. Don't you think we should have an update?" Nick pulled out a pocket knife and held it near my throat.

I froze, but why did I even do so? Was he going to kill me right then and there? Is he? Tears would've filled my eyes years ago to something like this, but now they're just empty sockets. And, if he was going to follow along with it, I would've been happy to finally have it end.

Nick smirked along with the rest of his gang, as he grabbed my neck and shoved me to the ground. "It wouldn't be fine if we broke our punching bag, because then we wouldn't have any more toys to play with."

I wish he could just end it already, I want to be rid of this hell, and away from the rest of them, for good. I looked up at him and smiled faintly, "Why don't you just go play with your blow doll of a girlfriend over there, isn't she just one out of the many 'other' toys you own?"

"You little shit! I'll make sure you won't fucking talk again!" He stabbed the knife into my hand, pushing it into the ground, pinning me. He then stood up, and began to raise his boot over my neck, ready to stomp.

I was so sure that it would be the end for me. If only it weren't for the teachers coming upstairs to check on all the commotion and banging. Fuck, I thought. All of this would've ended if they didn't come.

Nick and his gang scrambled to cover up my wounds and stand in front of the blood stain on the carpet, so as not to cause suspicion. "You're so fucking dead, next time I see you," Nick muttered to me as he bandaged my hand after pushing the knife into his pocket.

"I wish I was," I told him. I watched as the teachers came up the stairs and started to lecture the upperclassmen about the strong smell of the smoke and weed, as they stood in front of me and Nick. One of the teachers looked down and managed to notice a red splatter on the carpet and pointed it out to one of the upperclassmen.

"What is that stain? Did you harm another student again?" Asked the headmaster.

"N-no, it's just that all the girls and the g-guys sat out here and played truth or dare. And you know how Amy is, Mr. Wellsworth," said Brian, Nick's buddy.

The headmaster looked uncomfortable as he looked away from the red splotch on the blue carpet and instead looked towards the group of girls coming down the hallway.

Brian looked towards the same direction and shouted towards them. "Amy! There you are! We were just telling Mr. Wellsworth how you were on your time, we played out here, and now there's a red splotch on the carpet! Right?"

Amy looked a bit red in the face as she went along with it and nodded.

"Very well, then. Classes are about to start, so I suggest you all get your act together, before you get another detention slip," said the headmaster.

"Will do!" Brian said back.

As the teachers left, I looked up at Nick waiting for him to finish what he started, but instead I got a different response.He handed me a flyer for an invitation to a party at night. I was so confused as to why he would ever hand me this.

"I told you that you're dead meat, but I got a fucking party to plan, so I'll just end your ass over there," he then kicked my back so hard, I gasped for air, "so don't be fucking late, dipshit."

All the popular girls and upperclassmen left and went to the class buildings as I just layed there in some of my blood, trying to get a grasp of what was going on. Now, there was no one around me anymore, as the dorm building became completely empty when their footsteps slowly disappeared. In my dorm building I used to have a small roommate who was very optimistic about everything. But, because of how I had assholes and bitches for other dorm mates, she had to leave right at the beginning of the school year. Sometimes I wish that I could've done the same.

I fucking hate mornings.