Monster?

Trouble: the prologue.

In the principal's office, again. That's where I always ended up. Only this time, it was my fault. My fault. The principal, Mr. Phillips, knew me very well at this point, since I spent a lot of time in his office. I was always getting in trouble, whether it was because of someone else or my own actions. I could tell he didn't like me. I guess my face isn't very pretty when you look at it everyday.

But now, I didn't see the same principle as I usually did. The one that understood me. I saw the angry, disappointed one.

"William. Why would you do that?!" Mr. Phillips asked as my nervous tic kicked in. I started scratching my neck. "You not only gave Mr. Parker a black eye, but a broken nose too." He said coldly, crossing his arms.

Why did I do it? I couldn't tell you. I remember when Parker burned my arm with a cigarette. He never got in trouble for that. I did. My parents assumed I self harmed and smoked, then forced me into therapy. Or the time he pushed me down the stairs. It almost knocked out some of my teeth.

"William [REDACTED]." I heard someone speaking, but the voice quickly became distant, the words fading into the empty corners of my mind. I thought about it for a what felt like years. I tried to look up, but I couldn't see anymore. My vision went blurry just as fast as my hearing turned to ringing. So, I thought more. I realised that I snapped. I wanted to break Parker's neck and make it a fountain of beautiful blood. It took so much to hold back and I ended up only breaking his nose. I want to do some much more than just break his neck. Parker deserved to be tortured and cut and thrown around like a doll.

"William? William, snap out of it." I realised Mr. Phillips was speaking to me. I looked up at Mr. Phillips, my eyesight un-blurred and I squinted as it readjusted to the bright lights of his office. He was holding my wrists, stopping me from scratching my neck raw. He wasn't mad anymore, he looked concerned. He sounded concerned.

"Yeah?..." I pulled my hands back from him and stuffed them in my pockets. The burning sensation of brutal scratching lingered on my neck, I knew it would stay there for awhile. My own voice seemed distant when I spoke this time and my throat seemed tight.

"Your parents are coming to get you. You've been suspended." Mr. Phillips said, crossing his arms. My eyes widened and I sat up a little bit straighter. I forgot about the way my voice sounded when I heard Mr. Phillips. I couldn't get suspended... I didn't do anything wrong! I was just protecting myself, wasn't I? Maybe Parker would've beaten me up and I stopped him.

"But—" I hesitated before speaking. "I was defending myself!" I protested as I tensed up. I had to hold myself back from scratching my neck, it was probably already bruising or scarring from when I spaced out earlier. I must've scratched my neck to the point it almost bleed. I could feel the slight burning sensation in my neck, the pain almost felt natural, though. I left it alone, maybe I deserved it anyways.