It was the 2nd semester of our first year of college. I was texting Alex that I was going home sick.
I finished the text before my phone was snatched out of my hand and thrown down the stairs. I jumped in the shock and I turned to see the bully that I had been tolerating since the beginning of the year. Kayla Thine.
"Well, well... Looks like you are getting uglier by the day." She taunted.
"Look Kayla, I'm sick and I can't deal with this right now." I said and started walking towards the exit.
"Oh. Sorry about that... Just kidding." She smirked.
Kayla grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around to face her. I stared to scream out of fear but my mouth was slapped shut. I struggled to break free of her grasp but she simply picked me up and took me outside and behind the building. It was a cold day and it had started snowing earlier. I wasn't wearing a jacket yet so I immediately got cold.
Kayla threw me on the asphalt and sat on my chest so I couldn't breathe well. My head hit the ground hard and all I could see was a blurry three-way of Kayla and she was saying something.
I started crying and Kayla started laughing and punched me in the face. I was yelling for help but no one could hear. A moment of breath ran over me and I realized Kayla had gotten up. I took a breath and I felt the blood rush to my head and I got nausous from the pain. I saw a shadow and it was Kayla. She raised a big round object which I soon found out was a rock.
She swung it down and it hit my gut. I lurched forward in pain and Kayla pushed me back down. Then hit me again but in the leg. I felt it snap and all I could do was scream in the agony. My final sight was Kayla, about to hit me in the head, and then another shadow, running to me and hitting Kayla. It was Ms. Roberts, the dean. I heard Alex yelling. That was all I remember from before I passed out. I thought I was dead.....
