Coma

Chapter 6 - Hurt

I felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder
"You'll be late if you don't get up"
I glanced up to see a middle aged teacher standing behind me.
"C'mon, get to class" she said as she hurried off with one of those stroller baskets trailing behind her
I stood up slowly and made my way to class, I just wanted to not exist, to go back and fix it.
I clenched my fists
I reacted so poorly, I should have just said yes. I should've given him a chance.
I glanced up as i reached the door of my form room, everyone turned to face me, including the teacher
"You're late Sam, go take a seat and don't let it happen again" he said through his coke bottle glasses and thick cigarette stained beard.
Form ended not long after i had got there, i had the wonderful class of history with David.
Should I talk to him?
I thought over all the ways I could try and make things up with him as i made my way through the busy halls on my way to history. I stopped a few metres in front of my class, i saw him.
Should I?
"D-David" I called hesitantly
He turned to face me, his eyes were glassy and sharp and his unusually straight posture made him much more intimidating.
"What?" He snapped at me
His words were as sharp as ever, stabbing my chest without mercy
"I-I'm sorry. I overreacted yesterday. I just-"
"Listen, I don't give a shit about what you or what ever the fuck you have to say" David said almost without emotion but each word felt so full of hate and anger
"David...I just-"
"No. You can just shut the fuck up" he growled at me
He never swore this much normally
David gave me a cold glare before
turning back and walking into class
'What have i done?' I kept asking myself the same question over and over as I tried to hide my trauma and walk to class
Just 70 minutes with him. Just a little over an hour.
I sat down in my usual place next to David who I could feel staring through my mask
This was only the first lesson and i already wanted to go home and never come
I just wanted to leave, for things to go back to the way they were. When David and i played naughts and crosses in the middle of class, or when we would make jokes about the balding teacher, or even the times of where i would help David with the work when he didn't understand what we were doing.
I just wanted everything to go back, for the week before to repeat itself and let me do it over.
I spent most of the class trying not to look at Davids hateful gaze and attempting to listen to the teacher.
I had media without David or anyone i could really call a friend, i never really minded being alone but at that moment; i hated it. I just needed someone to talk to, to tell me it was all ok, to not hate me.
Media went by quickly as all we did was make a few things in photoshop and watch a video. The bell rang suddenly and startled the teacher, it was lunch time.
I had no where else to sit but with david, if i sat somewhere else i risked getting attacked again and if i sat alone, there was a higher chance I'd be attacked. No matter what, i had to sit with him.
I walked over to the table, it was empty, I carefully sat down and placed my schoolbag on the counter when i felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder then suddenly grasp tightly before pushing me off onto the ground
"Whoops, I slipped" David said in an overly sarcastic tone
"What the hell" I growled quietly
"Stay on the floor you little mutt, it's where you and your little yapping mouth belong"
I paused
"W-what,?"
"You heard me"
I looked down up at David to see him sit down where was
"You could have asked me to move" I mumbled in annoyance
"Now where's the fun in that?"
I scoffed before standing up, just to be sent right back down by another push
"Like i said, mutts belong on the floor"
"That's it" i began
I was sick if this bullshit
"Can you just stop with this fucking act?"
"Excuse me?" David said, shocked
I stood up
"Just quit it, ok? Im fucking sick and tired of this. I know i fucked up and i really tried to fix it. But you've done what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. So just stop it. Stop being a motherfucking asshole" i said in an irritated tone
"What the fuck are you talking about? All you do is talk about what? Nothing. I don't give a flying fuck about what you said or who the fuck you are. Okay? Just leave me the fuck alone or ill rip you apart."
"Bullshit" i blurted
"Dont fucking try me" he growled as he leaned down towards me
He was inches away from my face
"So how about you just y'know" he said just above a whisper
"FUCK OFF" He said, just about yelling
I choked.
I couldn't move.
I felt the tears fill my eyes and I tried to hold them back but to no avail. I felt the salty tears roll down my cheeks as i brought my face into my hands.
"Pathetic" David mumbled