Ryan was in a lot of trouble. Again. He didn't mean to hurt the kid. Honest. If anything it should be those stupid bullies in the princables office getting expelled, not him. They were making him angry. He really shouldn't be angry. Bad things happened when Ryan was angry. Very bad things.
He began to replay in vivid detail what had happened on the field trip. It was lunch. He was eating by himself like he always did. He thought it best if he tried to avoid people as much as he could that way no one would ever get hurt by him again. Three boys walked past him. Ryan didn't take much notice of them, though he did know who they were. The ninth grade bullies. Jack was the "leader" of the group torturing kids who stood out from everyone else as freaks. Ryan was at the top of his list. Jack did his work slowly for Ryan, bumping into him in the halls, knocking his books out of his hands, tripping him, and shoving him repeatedly into any open locker. The one time when Ryan tried to stand up for himself he went home with a black eye so swelled he couldn't see out of it from a "gym accident". Now Jack was ready to beat the snot out of Ryan with his two goons, James and Max.
Ryan was staring down at his lunch trying to avoid any eye contact from the other kids around him. He brushed his hand through his long, untrimmed, brownish grayish hair. A habit of his that his father tried to break him of. His father. No, don't think about him, Ryan told himself pushing all thoughts about his family into the depths of his mind. Instead he made his mind blank. Not thinking about anything. This way he couldn't bring up the images that he didn't want to see. He just stared at his lunch not touching it. Just sitting there waiting for lunch to be over. Until his lunchbox wasn't on his lap anymore, but on the ground covered in dust from the forest floor.
A fist grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him up from the rock he had found refuge on. It wasn't that hard to lift him, he was all skin and bones. In a matter of seconds Ryan was suspended a foot off the ground. His silver eyes met Jack's emerald. Ryan didn't show any emotion in his features, he had practiced hiding his emotions for years. But inside he felt scared and strangely relived that Jack was about to beat the crud out of him. And for what? What had Ryan done but be different than everybody else? Ryan started to get angry at this thought, it showed through his mask. Jack laughed and probably insulted Ryan, but he didn't hear. There was a roar in his ears. Adrenaline. Anger. No he couldn't feel these things. Something would happen. Something always happened. Ryan closed his eyes and covered his ears. He thought maybe if he couldn't see or hear them maybe they wouldn't bother him anymore. It didn't work.
One of Jack's friends, probably James, grabbed Ryan by the shoulder and pulled him up on his feet. Ryan opened his eyes just in time to see a fist flying for him. James hit him in the gut dropping him on the ground and laughing while he puked. Ryan shakily stood up and ran blindly for one of the bullies. He ended up going for Max. He caught them off guard and used the few seconds he had to punch Max in the face. He should've run away instead.
The group stopped laughing and looked at Max who was cupping his cheek and glaring at Ryan, "You're dead meat." Max snarled walking slowly towards Ryan, followed by Jack and James. Ryan backed up until the rock he had found refuge on moments before pressed up against his back, blocking any hope of escaping. Jack was serious now. No more fooling around with the freak. The first person to reach Ryan was Jack. Jack grabbed the front of Ryan's shirt and slammed him against the rock. Pain shot through Ryan's back. When Jack had slammed him into the rock a small sharp edge had pierced his skin. Red hot blood poured down Ryan's back, staining his long sleeved shirt. A small idea came to Ryan. Maybe if Jack thought that he had killed Ryan he would run away and leave Ryan alone. It was worth a try.
Ryan went limp and slowed his breathing down. He slid his eyes closed hoping that Jack and his gang would fall for the trick. Jack was surprised when he was holding the full weight of Ryan. He dropped the dead body and backed away. There was a dark scarlet red blood stain on the back of his shirt. Jack kept muttering how much trouble they were going to get in. James screamed and yelled about how they were going to jail and be put in the electric chair for murder. Max just stood there and stared at the mess they had gotten themselves into. There was blood staining the giant rock where Jack had shoved Ryan. What were they going to do?
Ryan was face down in the dirt, but he didn't mind. He smiled to himself as he listened to the three boys panicking. His plan might actually work. That was when Max saw him breathing. Ryan heard Max tell the other two to shut up. He heard footsteps walking towards him, the crunch of dead leaves amplified ten times louder in his head. He was caught, his plan didn't work, and they were going to beat the crap out of him. A hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him onto his back he winced as the cut in his back reopened, fresh blood pouring out onto the forest floor, "Quite the act now and we might go easy on you." a deep voice snarled in Ryan's ear. He slowly opened his eyes to see three angry seventh grade bullies standing over him. He managed a shaky smile and hesitantly waved up them.
"You are so dead." James snarled, pulling back his leg his mind set on kicking Ryan in the hip. Ryan turned on his side and curled into a ball so that the kick hit him in the back instead. There was a sharp crack and Ryan gasped as a fresh pain spread through his chest. He didn't need the pain to know that one or more of his ribs were broken. A hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him onto his feet only to be knocked to the ground again by a punch to the jaw. He was given a few seconds to catch his breath as the bullies decided what to next. He heard everything they said, but it all sounded like a jumbled mess. He tried to pick himself up off the ground, but was shoved back down into the dirt.
Max had his sneaker on Ryan's back. Anger motivated him to beat the stupid weirdo. He was embaresed that the skinney little nerd had gotten a punch on him. Now he would pay for it. He put his foot under Ryan and kicked him over onto his back. He watched as he helplessly stared up Max, fear sparked in his eyes. Max smirked and put his foot on Ryan's rib. He slowly began to put his weight onto the rib until he heard a satisfying crack. He took his foot off and watched as Ryan grabbed his chest and gasped.
"My turn." Jack snarled pushing Max out of the way. He grabbed Ryan and pulled him to his feet. He almost felt bad for the pathetic kid he saw in front of him. Ryan's eyes were wide and fearful, his hair full of dirt, and his clothes torn and bloody. He was holding his chest where Max had broke on of his ribs, and where James had kicked him. He pushed all these thoughts away and knocked Ryan to the ground again with a punch to the stomach. Jack walked up to Ryan and kicked him in the face causing blood to squart from his nose in a stream of scarlet.
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