Reality

Chapter 4 - Bullies, Teachers and Other Tools

"Hey, retard!" Tom looked me in the eyes. I looked directly back. "What do you want, Tom?" He scowled. "My foot. You fucking stepped on it." He seemed angrier than usual. "So? What do you want, an ambulance?" Some laughs from the crowd.

"No. You fucking get down and kiss the thing better."

Like that's gonna work.

"Make me, you fucking cockhead."

He got angrier.

"Fucking KISS it."

"Aww, is litttle Tomas gonna cry?"

More laughs from the crowd.

Suddenly, Tom lurnched forward, and tackled me down. I twisted myself so I was ontop, and pinned his arms down. "Oh, this is gonna HURT." I felt anger take over, and let it consume me.
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WARNING. THE NEXT SCENES CONTAIN EXTREME VIOLENCE. IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE THESE SCENES, SKIP THIS NEXT PARAGRAPH.

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Tom looked up, with a flicker of fear. I didn't care. I grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and smashed it down on the concreate with a sickening crack. Blood instantly began seeping from the crack in his skull. I stopped, smiled....then smashed it down again. And again. And again. There was no more empathy in my soul, only hate and determination. I stood up out of the puddle of blood I had made ten minutes later, and stared at the corpse that was Tom. "Anything else, fucker? Huh? Still want me to kiss this?" I stomped on his foot, once again making a crack. All that came out of him was a small groan. "No? Get up! Get the fuck up! Ah, fuck you." I turned to walk away, and met the eyes of teachers surrounding me, and felt my anger turn to dust.

I sat in the office, the laides staring uncomfortably at both my blood stained clothes and the two policemen that were assigned to me. I looked at the policeman to my left. His nametag said "James". His pistol was holstered, and he looked angry. Mr. Well stepped out of the office, and guestured me inside. "Connor. Come in." I went inside, and took a seat. A young woman who looked about twenty years old sat next to the balding teacher.

"Connor, do you know why you are here?"

I looked directly at her.

"Yes."

"Alright. Well, because he was bullying you, and you have no other reccorded moments like these, you won't be expelled or put into jail. Tom has a fractured skull. Its a miracle he survived. But we are suspending you for five weeks, and you aren't allowed to leave the house. Do you understand?"

I nodded. I still didn't feel anything, so this really didn't bother me. I went home after school, and Dad went nuts. He threw me against the wardrobe, and left the room. I just sat there in my own pity, wondering why he's like that.