Who was I kidding? Who was I fooling? No one, of course. I couldn't just shout for them to stop. Doing that only makes the situation even worse, and I'm not prepared for that in the slightest. But it has always been this way. I'd come into school thinking that everything will be different and the harsh reality that I've come to face is that it is different each day. Different people and different ways and methods of cruelty Just .like today.
I reluctantly went to the cafeteria first thing in the morning to grab a drink but I ended up leaving with several injuries from t sustainedhe Tempe froms the Tempestuos Trio; Ben, Dylan and Jake, my most frequent tormentors. I had merely filled up my battered bottle with water when I had turned around to receive a fist to my face. Ben threw that punch, and it dazed me. I dropped my bottle from the impact and I stumbled slightly whilst my hand reached to feel my freshly tenderized cheek. Through my watery eyes I caught a glimpse of another fist flying towards my stomach, before I was being repeatedly bombarded with fists.
"You should really watch yourself Axel," Jake said as I collapsed onto the cold soothing floor. "Faggots like you just don't belong. End of story." he swung his foot painfully into my nose, before he left with Ben and Dylan, sniggering with amusement.
I lay there, with blood pouring out of my nose as the few other people in the cafeteria just sat at their tables, watching from a safe distance, doing nothing to help me. Bastards. I hate the fact that people are more concerned about themselves than others. Heck, if I put a gun to my head, no one would stop me.
Then again, no one actually cares about me. I know this and I have for a very long time. Not even my parents care. When I sit to dinner with them, all they really do is sit there empty looking with blank expressions on their faces. It's almost as if their trying to remain unseen by anyone, and that's what is killing me even more. The fact that they fail to see the pain and anguish I am somehow enduring.
I love you too, Mum and Dad.
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Fatal Decoy
General FictionAxel never understood why fate had twisted itself into the tenacious nightmare of a life that he was forced to live. All he had ever known was the torture he was faced with every day, and he was tired of it. So then he made a decision. A decision th...
