When I returned to the classroom and discovered that the teacher was late, my jaw dropped. I was standing in the door frame, my feet firmly planted on the ground.
"Please, Carlos."
"It will be better if you do it voluntarily, honey. You know it, I know it, and everyone else does "Carlos said this, and then his friend Patric grabbed my arm and dragged me deeper into the classroom. He pushed me to the ground, and I landed on my stomach. I whimpered in agony and rolled onto my back. I could hardly breathe, and when I noticed Carlos approaching, I began backing away until my back hit the wall behind me.
"C..."
I hadn't even finished my sentence when Carlos slapped me. My eyes welled up with tears, and I placed my hand on my slapped cheek.
"That's enough, Carlos!"
Natasha yelled after him, which I didn't expect from her. She's always been a quiet, good-looking girl with good grades, but she's never been that innocent. She was one of those who liked to bully me, but she knew when to stop.
"Tash, do you want to end up like her? You're now standing up for her, but remember when you were hurting her as well."
"God, Natasha, stay out of this, and Carlos, finish her off already or I will," a girl named Natalie joined the conversation. We had a history and were even good friends, but when my mental problems surfaced, she dumped me and began bullying me instead. She is also the reason that people are aware of my disorder.
"As you wish," Carlos replied, rushing over to give me another slap, but a teacher interrupted him. I quickly picked myself up off the ground after she gave us a murderous look.
"What happened to your teacher?"
She inquired, looking around.
"I dunno, he's late," Patric replied, and the others nodded.
"Okay, go to the school hall."
We all looked at her, puzzled, and she sighed, shaking her head. Before responding, she placed her hands on her hips.
"It's our school's 30th anniversary, and the principal would like to dedicate a speech to you."
I completely forgot it was today.
We made our way to the hall slowly, accompanied by the teacher who bore Mrs. Garcia's name. Balloons and posters were used to decorate the hall. I waited in line behind the other students to see what happened next. Carlos and Patric stood behind me on purpose. Soon after, the principal appeared in front of us, holding a microphone in order to be heard more clearly. He began by discussing the history of our school, then how he was paying respect to our forefathers, and so on.
While I was trying to focus on the principal's speech, Carlos began kicking me in the ankles and Patric began pulling my hair. Given the circumstances, they wouldn't dare to do anything worse, so I clenched my fists and tried to breathe calmly.
The principal's microphone abruptly stopped working, and he looked around, perplexed as to how this was possible. One of the teachers eventually arrived to assist him in repairing the microphone, which he did. Then came a presentation prepared by the principal for us. So he went to the computer and started the screen projection. The first three slides were fine, but then, instead of a slideshow, the screen began to display disgusting videos and photos depicting violence, blood, murder, and insects crawling out of people's dead bodies. We had no idea what was going on, and the principal and teachers began to suspect it was one of us.
"Who is to blame for this illogical joke?!"
We remained silent as the principal yelled into the microphone. He then turned off the computer and went on. It didn't take long for the lights to go out throughout the school. Then we heard the windows' glass shatter.
"All right, I've had en..."
The principal began yelling into the microphone, but it cut out before he could finish his sentence.
"Carlos, it's time for you to stop, it's no longer funny, and I'm scared!"
"What the fuck, Natalie?! I'm doing nothing at all!"
"You said you had something planned for today!"
"Yes, but this is way beyond what I had planned!"
Suddenly, there was gunfire, and everyone ducked to the ground.
I could hear bullets bouncing off the tiles, and then we saw armed and masked men, about 17 in total. I desperately wanted to run, but I couldn't move a single finger. Three of the men appeared beside the principal, and the rest of them surrounded us. Two of them grabbed the principal by the shoulders, immobilizing him, while the other ripped the microphone from the principal's grasp and yelled, now to the working microphone, "Well hello there Tulips' Bay's high school !"
I sensed the presence of someone nearby, but I didn't dare to look when I realized it was one of the masked men.
"How about you have some fun instead of learning about the history of this fucking stupid school?"
He asked a question that no one answered, so he pointed a gun at us and we quickly nodded.
"Perfect !"
While the other two men wrapped explosives around the principal's neck, he yelled and snapped his fingers.
"Let me explain in a nutshell. We came here to advertise, so don't let us down, and please, no heroics or distractions, I despise it. So," he said to the director, turning on his heel and pointing to his neck.
"This is what Zach is wearing around his neck; I call them the death necklaces." And behind my belt, I have this little controller with colored buttons," he showed us as he pulled out the controller.
"When I press this pink button, Zach's brain will be on the walls, or worse, on some of you," he added, chuckling slightly.
"But, just to annoy Zach, I'm going to kill a few of you to show him what a bad principal he is." So, do I have a volunteer?"
When I think about it now, I want to slap myself. My hands were quicker than my thoughts, so I simply raised my hand. Then I told myself that if it hadn't worked out before, it would now and I wouldn't have to do anything. The man next to me grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward, towards the man who had asked the question. As we walked past people, I tripped over someone's foot and fell, at which point the man yanked me back up and dragged me even faster than before. I soon found myself in front of everyone, staring death in the eyes and waiting for the end. There was no going back, and I was prepared. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and smirked softly.
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Invincible
Azione...Every day was the same. Get up early, go to school, be bullied, then come home and sleep. Until he arrived, it was the same every day. Someone who fundamentally altered my life. A person who has shaped who I am today. Someone who helped me get ba...
