Shyanne {a Shyanne creepypasta origin.}

School

I walked into the school.

"Hey! It's the little bitch!" someone yells about me.

Someone else walked past me and whispered in my ear, "Ya littled scared pussy, not even sticking around for you punishment."

Then another person yelled at me, "she was all our favorite teacher, but you just had to scare her out of the fucking school. You couldn't stand it, you'd been good for too long. Look at me, bitch!"

I looked at the person as they'd directed. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

He pushed me up against a locker hard and began punching me in the stomach with his max strength. "Sorry doesn't cut it, you little shit," he smirked and kept punching me then punched me in the left eye.

One the odd things about this was that yes, the words hurt like shit. The words. On the other hand, the physical beating did not hurt. I felt an insane amount of pressure in my lower stomach, but nothing really besides that. I was beginning to faintly feel a liquid on my cheek from the bust to the face, but no real pain.

The boy had the same surprised look on his face that I could tell I had on mine. I smirked at him and grabbed the hand the he had right before my stomach from still trying to hurt me, and twisted it backwards.

His eyes averted to fear, and he said, "No…no!" and began running.

But I'll tell you right now that that little tussle didn't stop people from trying to beat me and call me a bitch or shit or what ever.

No teacher acted as if she ever saw the blood dripping from my eye.

When I got home from school and my mother was getting ready for work as was Anthony. Anthony would actually work? I thought. Then I remember that was Anthony's excuse for going and playing poker, that he told me to tell my mom if she were to ask. I walked to my room with slight limp even I had noticed earlier, and closed and locked my door.

"What the hell happened to you," Ej asked and I instantly jumped.

"What are you doing here?"

"One, I was told to keep an eye on you, that is if I had any. Two, I had been told personally by Slender to make sure you were okay after that fight and-"

"You know about that fight?"

"Slender told me."

"How'd he find out?"

"Did you seriously just ask that."

"Never mind."

"So…are you okay?"

"I doesn't hurt," I said looking in the mirror at my new bruises. I tilted my head and smiled. "I look pretty badass," I told him and waited for his response.

"Okay. What did it feel like if it wasn't pain?"

"Um, I don't exactly know. Pressure, maybe?"

"Okay." We were really quiet for a while, but then he broke the silence. "Well, see ya." And then he jumped out of my bedroom window of my mom's upstairs apartment.
I for some reason, I was worried about him. But then a voice in my head told me this was a creepypasta, he'll be okay.

I heard my mom and Anthony both leave, and I got a knife from the kitchen…