Short Stories

me, myself and him

It was a cold forgy a day and I was late to school after missing the bus.
Which I didn't mind tho.

It was actually a pleasure to not being called names in the morning or being touched or bullied in general.

Why they do it?
Because I trusted someone who didn't deserve it.

But yeah, that's the high school life i guess.
Too much drama if you ask me.

As I got to school everyone was inside already.
It took me some time to get there actually, but I was kind of happy about it.
The later I get there the less time I need to spend in this jail like looking building called school.

I would much rather spent my day at my home, my room, in my bed.
Nobody who talks to me or bothers me or looks  at me.
It would be just me, myself and I.

The bell rang and the last 15 minutes of the first lesson were over.
As fast as I could I grabbed my things and walked out of the classroom to get to another room where my next lesson will take place.

But that's not as easy as it sound like.
Not for me at least-

Three boys which are also in my bus are standing in front of the door where I need to get in.
I wait for a second and take a deep breath

they won't do anything,
maybe they didn't even saw you
I speak to myself to calm down a little.

Step by step my feet are bringing closer to the door and the group of people that is getting bigger.
As soon as I got close to the doorknob all eyes are laying on me.
A boy, a lot taller than me, stands in my way.
He doesn't even need to say anything and I already know what will happen now.

I can't even think of this next action to the end and a hard slap hits my cheek.
Tears starts to fill my eyes and I feel my whole body burning like fire because of the pain.

All the people around me start to laugh but I guess it's not the end.
Another boy comes to me and push me down.
I stumble back and fall down to the hard floor.

The uniform.
My skirt-
Shit.

"She lifted her skirt for us!", I hear someone screaming.

But no. It's not true.
I didn't do it!
You pushed me and it lifted by its self.

But that's not what I said.
I said nothing.
I just sat there and tried not to cry, which didn't  really work.

Suddenly the attention is not longer on me.
Again a boy comes up to us but I can't see him because my face is buried in my hands.
I just hear him shouting. 

But I don't understand.

He's telling them to stop...why?
No one ever told them to stop.

I open up my view and try to find the one who could actually be my saver.
Strong footsteps are getting closer and his voice is getting louder.

And just like in a love story - where a boy saves and protects a girl - the crowd around me is starting to get quiet and peace by piece everyone goes into their own direction.
Just me and the boy.

Who is he?
Why did he helped me?

I didn't get the chance to see his face till now and I don't recognize his voice as well.

"Are you okay?" he asks turning around and kneels in front of me.
But I don't answer his questions.
First I try to answer my own ones;

He's not from here. Not the school, not the city. 
I have never seen him before.
He must be new here.
But still- why did he helped me?

"I know what it's like to be treated that way.", he says pulling me out of my thoughts.
It feels like he just read my mind.
"What?", I ask out of confusion.
"That's why I'm here.", he answers and stands up but I'm too overwhelmed to follow him so he offers me his hand.
Hesitantly I except it and he pulls me back to my feet.

I don't know why but this one little move made me already feel safer.

His hand helping mine gives me the feeling of being not alone.

His voice told them what I was too weak to say.

These things give me the feeling of hope.

Maybe it doesn't have to be me, myself and I all the time.
I got the feeling that from now on it will be:

me, myself and him.