The Drug Worms

Prescription

[ Warning for this Chapter ]
|| (uncomfortable?) fighting scene, cussing, death threats, talking about S/H (self-harm) ||

Ah yes, a warm sun shining day. A line towards the latest taco joint downtown. A celebration for the biggest donation to the town, a fair being set up for the children for the weekend. Hotdog stands everywhere, cotton candy and popcorn machines will be there tonight. Seems quite amazing don't you think? Well, how do I put this?

[ ??? ] punches Annabelle as the crowd of kids start to swarm around them both

Sometimes it's not always sunny at school.

"SWEAR ON FUCKING GOD. KILL YOURSELF YOU FUCKIN' PIG!"

Annabelle said as her nose starts to bleed. The blood dripping onto her mouth, down to her shirt. A couple more kids came. Watching it for their amusement and stupidness.

The crowd becomes more louder, others recording the fight, the rest being obnoxious making it more dramatic and obviously not helpful.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!"

The crowd said, encouraging them, motivating them. Quite the entertainment if ya ask me!

"Show your wrists, cunt." Annabelle smiled knowing it pissed em off

[ ??? ] yanks Annabelle's hair to the point you hear her hair being ripped off of her scalp! The most fun of it all, the screams of the pain! Oh well.. at least Annabelle's planned worked.

..Until eventually that fun ran out. Straight A student snitch told the teacher the current fight, that has now ended. Ended up with poor little Annabelle crying, for mama. For love and for her lil' boo boos to go away. Little Annabelle needs her vocal cords ripped out instead of her fake dyed "ginger" hair.

Poor little boy, being told to kill himself while struggling to just live with his aunt. Wait, he thinks. Does he have a aunt? Oh well, best to not think about it too much, lost everyone you have don't think about the CPS again.

Hey we all have bad days am I right? Addicted to the blood. The adrenaline up his veins as the blood pours out of his body. The cuts on his body, disturbing, he doesn't even clean it.

His own aunt(?) has to! "He's obviously doing it for attention" is what Annabelle says every time. When it's too hot outside and he takes off his sweater. Pfft! Even the teacher is involved, and we know she's not looking over at his paper to see if he wrote his shit down, it's to look at what the poor little boy done to himself.

"Sit down boy." A voice said to him.
He sits down in the chair like what the counselor(?) asked him to.

He sat there thinking, worried about what will happen. The anger inside him built up enough, all due to little goody two shoes Annabelle.
But she's the victim, right? Her hair got ripped out!

But nobody, nobody ever thinks about the other one. The "bad guy" everyone would call him, feel. Being judged for self harming instead of helping the little survivor. Every time he walks down the halls he will forever be known as "the bad guy" the "asshole", "bully", whatever right? WRONG, you are a asshole for even thinking that, you should be called that, who can even handle so much stress in a kid's head?

"So, [???], tell me. What happened? Why did you do this?"

Or would that been selfish? Making yourself a victim? He thought.

". . ."

"Talk boy."

Do you think Annabelle is a victim? Oh too many things on the boy's mind.