Veracity

Growing up

     Growing up in a small town is cool and all but when you have the oldest parents of all your peers, you tend to become a target of teasing.
      My names Saturn, I'm 23 and a father of a 1 year old boy. My parents are older to say the least. 62 and 64, raising me. I wasn't the easiest of children to raise either. Being alone so much can take a major toll on your mental state. I've often contemplated suicide or the harm of others. In school I was bullied really bad. I've been beaten and made fun of all through school. Most of the time was because my parents are so old. I think the oldest parent of my class was at least 30 years younger than my parents. I was often told I was adopted.
One day in gym class, I was getting into my gym clothes in the locker room. 3 burly jocks approached me as the locker room quickly cleared. For reason unbeknownst to me I was hit in the head, with a padlock stuffed into a socked. I fell to the floor and noticed a cold liquid gush across my eye. Blood, dripping onto the floor, the footballers began stomping on my legs, ribs, and head. While laughing hysterically, Josh the leader of the pack, insisted they put me into my locker and lock it. After locking me up they decided to throw my clothes into the toilet to top it all off.
I sat in that locker for about 20-30 minutes yelling for help. In my underwear and blood still dripping from my head, the P.E coach came rushing to my aid. With bolt cutters he radio in to the office for help. He cut the lock off of my locker and opened the door. While insisting I give him the names of who did this, he nudged my gym clothes at me.
I'm not the type to just snitch on someone. I can't trust anyone at this point so why trust that they would do something. Right? Wrong, in a week long investigation I was advised to stay home and recover while they interview many "suspects". In that time I came up with a plan to scare the living crap out of these 3 douche-bags.