RunAway Boys |Phan|

01

I always run. I run from everything, except for my bullies that is. I am in the middle of law school for collage. I don't really like it though. Hell, I only go because my parents make me! I keep falling asleep during classes. And getting bad grades sometimes not even going to class. Also the bullying keeps getting worse.

Any way , I walk down the hallway looking down at my feet. Mainly because I'm trying to avoid the bullies. I go to my locker and quickly grab the things for my next class.-not quick enough. "Hello, Daniel" I hear a voice say from behind me. "Leave me alone Ligouri" I spat. "Confident, are we?" I could practacly hear the smirk on his face. "We can fix that." he whispered into my ear sending chills-not the good kind- down my spine. I shut my eyes tightly. Somewhat trying to prepare myself for the hit or just waiting for it. All of the sudden I felt a sharp pain start at my cheek and roll all the way down to my ankles sending me to the ground. His 'pals' started kicking my side. I felt a foot push my face against the locker. Thier abuse kept on until the bell rang for next period. I didn't move.

Partly because of the pain and partly because I waited until they were gone.

The teachers of course did nothing about it. They think that because we are in collage we are mature enough to not beat each other senseless. But that's not the case. Bullying happens every where. No matter what. PJ and his little 'gang' have been bullying me sense I was 5. And it hasn't stop. I'm nineteen now!

Whenever PJ turned to the corner I gave the corner a finger and cursed under my breath. I sat up rubbing my head where one of the boys kicked me into the locker. I winced at the touch and sighed. You know what. F*ck this sh*t. I'm done. Im done with this hell and I'm finally going to run. I grabbed my backpack, phone, and headphones then stood up to my feet. I slammed my locker shut and ran out of that hell hole.

I ran to a small coffee shop. I always go here when it's been a depressing or long day.(i come here every day) I work here on the weekends. "Daniel? What are you running away from this time" I heard Eli sigh. (He's the owner). "Who says I'm running away from any thing?" I asked setting my things down. "Daniel, it's like 11 am and you're supposed to be in I don't know collage" he said sarcastically. I groaned loudly and sat my bag down in a seat. I plopped myself down into the seat in front of my bag and sunk into it. "Haven't you seen my f*cked up face?" I grumbled. "No , you haven't looked up from your shoes sense you Sat down hun" he said calmly.

Eli is 38. He's quite calm to almost be in his 40's he's a nice guy and we get along well. Jesus Christ. He's my only friend! Any way, I slowly lifted my head to let him see my face. "Oh Daniel, again?" he asked sighing and shaking his head. "Its every day Eli! Every day I've had to deal with his sh*t." I cried. "Daniel. Why do you let him do it? You should do something about it" he said. "I am doing something about it. I'm dropping out. I hate law school any way.." I said. Eli sighed. "Go clean yourself up while I get your drink" he said and coreased my head down to my cheek gently making me wince. He looked at me sadly. "That bad?" I nodded. He sighed. "Go" he said. I nodded my head and went into the staff bathroom. I cleaned my face , as much as I could. I sill have a bruise on my temple and a cut on my lip and under my ear. I sighed as the bleeding came to a halt. I threw away the toilet paper I used to clean up the blood. The shoe print that was on my face is gone.

I sighed at myself . I looked at my reflection staring back at me. I looked gross. I hate myself. I have never loved myself. Mainly because people don't allow me to love myself. I dont have the ability to love myself. But I am an existing human, for some reason. Every one has a reason to live and I haven't found out the reason why I am living. I wasn't an accident. My parents 'love' me. At least my mother does. I know my father doesn't. And there are reasons as to why I know that.

I wish I can find out the reason. Why I am living. Is there really a reason why I'm living?