Freaks

Kyle

Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear. I'm a freak.... I know. No need to tell me again. I've been told one too many times that I am.

I opened my locker after entering the combination and a package of fake blood fell out. I bent over, picked up the package, and shoved it into my locker quickly.

Why do I have fake blood in my locker? Well, I didn't put it there. Some dick of a human being put it there. Why? Because I kind of have a minor 'problem' with me.

I like to drink fake blood. It gives me a sort of rush. The taste just... Sends me over the edge.

I loved the way my teeth look when they become stained with the fake blood. I love the way my breath smells after drinking it.

It sounds disgusting, I know, but it gives me the feeling you get when you are so fucking wasted, all of your troubles just.. float away.

"Freak!"

"Vampire!"

"Creep!"

"Queer!"

"Loner!"

Words.... They're just words. That's all I say to calm myself.

Except...

It doesn't work.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I furiously wiped them away.

Several more words were said, along with little, harshful statements like "Kill yourself already!", and " The world would be better off without a freak like you!"

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, I ran as fast as possible to the boys' bathroom and threw myself into the stall.

I let them tears stream down my face as I pressed my back against the door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a package of fake blood.

I pressed it to my teeth and ripped a small part of the top off, creating a small hole in the package. I opened my mouth and I downed the fake blood.

When the package became empty, I tossed it into the toilet and fill flushed it.

I froze when I heard a door open.

The door to the boys' bathroom.

"Kyle..." A deep voice teasingly called my name, "I know you're in here."

I quickly an quietly stepped up onto the toilet seat, so my legs couldn't be seen from under the stall door.

"I guess he isn't in here..." Another voice spoke, and then I heard the door again.

As soon as I was about to step off, My foot plunged into the disgusting toilet water.

My stall door was kicked open. My head snapped up to see Zach, quarterback on the football team, and his best friends Ashton and Tyler, also on the football team.

He smirked at me, noticing the fear in my eyes, "Freak." He then grabbed me by my hair and shoved my head against the wall. I felt something cool slowly trickling down the side of my head.

Blood.

Real blood.

He continuously slammed my head against the wall, over and over again.

He spat in my face, causing me to wince. Ashton and Tyler laughed.

"Real men don't cry. Vampire." He laughed ad exited the bathroom without looking back.

I pulled my knees up against my chest and let the tears roll down my face, mixing with the blood also.

"I- I'm a freak..." I whispered.

"No you're not. You're just like the rest of us..." A voice said quietly.