Grayson's POV
"Grayson wake up." I felt my mom sit on my bed and rub my back to wake me up.
"Honey, please wake up, we have to go enroll you in school."
I groaned in annoyance.
"Do I have to go?" I said turning over to face her.
"Yes the dean of students wants to meet you."
I sat up and looked out my window. I got sad out of no where.
She could tell. My mom leaned over and hugged me.
"I know it's hard right now, but look at how far you've come. You can do this."
I hugged her back and planted a small kiss on her forehead.
"Alright well cmon get out so I can change mom." I said smiling.
"Take a shower you smell like sweat."
I rolled my eyes and started to yank off my shirt as she walked out of the room.
I walked towards my bathroom and took off the rest of my clothes then turned on the shower. It was a weird knew nob so I didn't know how to make the water hot or cold. I just hopped in and turned the knob.
Cold water instantly hit me and it triggered flashbacks.
***
"Cmon Grayson it'll be fun!"
I struggled to get away from the two mouth breathers that had a hold of me. They were dragging me into a backyard.
"Let go of me!!" I was on the verge of tears.
"As you wish." Said the guy we were following. He had his two trolls throw me against the fence.
I had no where to run because one of them closed the gate to the backyard and locked it.
"Take off your clothes!"
"No."
"Do it faggot!"
I slowly took off my clothes knowing that if I didn't it would be worse for me.
One of the guys took my clothes and threw them over the fence.
The one that was talking grabbed a hose from one of his friends and turned it on and sprayed me with freezing cold water. The water was coming out so hard. It felt like knives stabbing into me.
I couldn't take it anymore. I hopped the fence where they threw my clothes and quickly slipped on what I could and made a run for it.
"Go get him you idiots!"
I ran as fast as I could. It felt like I was running for hours. The tears falling down my face made me want to run faster so I could hide.
Once I reached my house I slammed my fists on the door until my mom opened it finally.
I frantically turned around and I didn't see them.
"Grayson!"
I ran passed her towards my room.
I locked the door and ran into my closet.
"Grayson what happened?! Honey please open the door!"
I could tell my mom was about to cry. I mean who wouldn't want to cry when their only child has such a hard time just being a kid.
***
"Grayson!"
I was thirteen years old at that time.
I looked down at my knuckles and realized I had been punching the tiled wall.
Blood slowly streaming down my hands.
"Grayson.. Honey, are you okay?"
I stuttered struggling to find the words to say.
"Uh- yeah. Fine. Ill be ready in 10."
I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my waist.
I walked over to my unpacked boxes and grabbed a pair of jeans and a random shirt. I slipped on my vans and walked out of my room.
I strolled downstairs to see my mom making breakfast.
"What are you making beautiful?" I said kissing her cheek.
"Pancakes and bacon. Oh honey can you please brush your hair."
"I like it messy." I smiled cheekily taking a bite out of the bacon.
She rolled her eyes and gave me a plate with pancakes and new bacon.
She sat down across from me and we enjoyed our meal in silence.
I couldn't stop thinking about what my new school would be like.
To be honest I'm more scared than ever.
