Lucas Manning

Going home

After another horrible day at school I start to walk home. I can walk from the school to my house in about twenty minutes. 

I walk  along the side of the road. On the semi-White pavement.

A little skinny girl, no more then five or six, in a tiny pink dress, passes us with her mom who is rather tall and lanky in a sparkly grey tank top.

The mother holds the girls hand and does her job as a good parent. Not like my mom sadly.

Two guys from school are walking towards me.

"Shit......"  I notice I don't have anywhere to hide.

I freeze up. They are almost here.  Those two are always jerks to me.   

"Hey cocksucker," the first boy grabbed my arm and made me face him.

I want them to go away to just leave me alone.  I want to speak.....to tell them to piss off. But, I don't know how. Whatever I say they are going to use against me. They always have.

"..........please...j-just leave me alone....please," I was surprised I actually said something. I wasn't planning on it. But, i did.

"Like I would do that...let you go to go suck some guy's dick. Probably your brother." The boy laughs and tightens his grip on my arm.

"I-I don't do that....." I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. I just want to go home. To be left alone. Please.

"Sure you don't." He starts to drag me to a random building on the street.

"No....please...please let me go." I feel like crying. But, he will just make more fun of me if I do.

He drags me by my arm to the side of this building. We are both out of sight now. He's going to do whatever he wants now. He can't be caught.

He pushes me against the wall. He has my arms pinned to the wall also. I'm scared to try to kick him. He will just hurt me worse.

"I don't understand why people have to be gay. It's stupid. Your stupid. You were never meant to be born. I bet your mother and father didn't even want you.  They just wanted your brother. He has some common sense and doesn't like dicks. That's probably why."  He has me pinned to the wall so hard I can't get away.

"J-just go away....please...leave me alone."

"No one likes you at all dumbass. No one ever will. I hate you. Your brother hates you. Your parents hate you. Your teachers hate you. Your classmates hate you. Everyone hates you. And I'm not even kidding."

"I said leave me alone." I didn't think I would say that. Crap. He's going to kill me.

"Don't tell me what to do faggot!" He punches me in the face really hard.

That hurt so much. "I-i just want to go home....please."

The boy laughs at me and punches me again.

"Why so your parents can see you and be ashamed that they gave birth to a stupid idiot?" He punches me in the face for a third time.

I start crying. "Please....just...please stop."

"But I'm having too much fun. You should know what that is I mean, don't you think kissing boys is fun?" He punches me in the stomach.

I'm crying a lot and my nose is bleeding. "I don't do that! Please just let me go!"

"But I'm doing you a favour. I can send you to hell quicker." He punches me in the stomach for a second time.

I manage to push him off of me for a second and I start running but he is a lot faster then me and he pins me back onto the wall.

"Oh come on...stop running...you'll be too tired to fuck your brother later." He kicks me in the groin.

I'm crying a lot and I'm still bleeding and I feel my face and stomach bruising up and my crotch hurts so much now. It's an unbearable pain.

"Please!"

He pushes me onto the ground and starts kicking me. Each time hurts worse then the one before it.

He stops after he's kicked me about seven times.

I'm laying there crying and covered in my own blood and dirt.

"You even cry and stand up for yourself like a damn girl....you look pathetic..."  He starts walking away. "I'll see you later faggot."  And with that he walks back over to his friend and they walk off together happy as can be.

I still lay there crying. Blood runs from my nose and down my chin. Blood comes out of my mouth and also down my chin to greet the other blood. My face is bruising up. I feel my stomach bruising up too. Everywhere hurts. And this happens almost every single week. Maybe not as bad as today but somehow something like this always happens.

He was right though. No one will ever like me. No one will ever be my friend. I'm never going to have a boyfriend.  I don't matter at all.

I could die and people wouldn't even care. I could die and a lot of people would be happy even.

I want to die. It's better than living like this. I'm tired. I'm not okay. Just let me be gone.

Soon I just slowly pass out.