Matthew Espinosa imagines

At peace. (SAD IMAGINE)

WARNING: BEFORE YOU READ PUT ON A SAD SONG! I'M NOT A GOOD WRITER. SO SAD MUSIC WILL MAKE IT A SLIGHT BETTER.

Also I wrote this when I was 12. (2 1/2 years ago) so it's gonna be bad, But I've fixed some mistakes! Please request some writing ideas :)

Matts POV

"BEEP. BEEP. BEEP." My alarm beeped loudly as it woke me up from my sleep. I groaned while hitting the snooze button. As the noise disappeared, I stared at the white ceiling.

"Another day of hell" I thought as I sat up on my bed. I usually get beat up almost everyday from these football players... The only reason being was because I'm so called "gay". Even Though it confuses me why, I'm used to it...This has happening to me since 3 years, and I still don't get why they beat me up and call me names but they do.

Shaking my head from the negative thoughts, I got up and got my self khaki pants and a white t shirt from my dresser and went into the bathroom.

After when I was done changing and taking a shower, I went to my room and stood in front of the mirror.

My hair was parted different ways making me look sloppy. My eyes trailed up to my face as I saw that I had a black eye from my beating last night. I cursed under my breath and snuck into my sisters room and stole her foundation thing. I tried to cover up most of it but sense I have no experience in makeup it didn't really work.

I rushed downstairs and grabbed myself a apple out of the fruit basket and took a bite out of it. "MOM!DAD?" I yelled as I looked around my surroundings. A few minutes later, I got no answer. I shrugged my shoulders, maybe they're were at work. After finishing my apple I decided I would walk to school sense I had no gas in my truck. So I grabbed my black Nike book bag and went out the door.

Once I got inside the School building, all eyes were on me. I stared at them awkwardly as I bit my bottom lip. I really had no idea what was going on, usually no one paid attention to me but here I am, as everyone is looking at me weirdly. I shook my head. Matt just keep walking I thought to my self as I ignored them.

I quickly went to my locker wishing the day would be over already, but once I opened my locker, someone slammed the locker closed. The locker closed on my hand and I winced in pain."Oh sorry, didn't see you there." said the leader of the football team as he chuckled at my pained face.

His name was Rick, he was 6'4 with light brown hair that spiked up. His brown eyes stared down at me as his friends chuckled with him.

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my locker quickly and move my hand. My knuckles were bleeding as my hand was throbbing. I forgot the jocks were here until one of them spoke up. "Aye gay ass, why don't you do us a favour and kill yourself" once he Finished his sentence, the other boys laughed. I looked down at my feet unable to speak;I was to scared to say something. I knew if I did I would get an extra beating.

"What? To scared to talk to us?" Chuckled rick "What a whimp!" They slammed me into my locker while everyone in the halls cleared up to go to their next class. I stood up quickly, got my books and went to class.

Once the school bell rang I was already walking out of school. I had to leave early before they came to beat me up. But just my luck, I got slammed against the brick wall by rick."Where you going douche?" As his hands were around my neck. " I-I'm going home."I stuttered as I was gasping for air. The boys just laughed "No your not, you didn't get your beating! Just for that you get extra!" Cole, one of the other football players, came up to me and punched me in the jaw. He punched me so hard I fell on the ground and started to cough.

As I got on the ground all the boys started to kick me in the gut,head,and the grind. I groaned in pain while my nose started to bleed, as my vision was blurry from the tears that was forming into my eyes, and my body became to ache. After rick kicked me the last time in the face, I was out.