Ch. 5
I awoke some time later, in my bed. With a groan I sat up to see my family standing by my bunk bed, watching me. They all seemed to breathe a unified sigh of relief when I got up.
"Felix, we were so worried!" Mom cried, then reached up to pull me into a hug.
"Ow," I whined, and she let go.
"What happen-" I cut myself off as I remembered.
After my head hit the ground I blacked out for a few moments before I was hoisted up off the ground, into some man's arms. I slowly lifted my head, then cried out as another person punched me hard in the stomach. I coughed up something and I opened one of my eyes a slit to see that it was blood. I tried to lift my head to see my attackers but what I saw instead was brass knuckles just before they collided with my cheek.
I coughed more blood, and the guy holding me up let go. I landed on my arm in the most unpleasant way and gave a struggled cry as my face hit the ground.
One of the two spit on me. Then he laughed.
"That's what happens when you sin against God, freak," he said, then kicked me in the ribs.
I couldn't even make any noise. Tears were streaming down my face in a river, and my throat was closed up in pain. It took all I had just to breathe.
"Stupid sinner. God won't forgive you," the other guy growled, then the next thing I knew, something hit me in the head and I passed out.
I sighed as I recalled the incident. Thinking about it, I briefly told my family that I felt fine and I wanted to be alone. They left reluctantly.
Now by myself, I lay down and closed my eyes tight, trying to keep those two's words out of my head. But still they swam to the surface of my thoughts:
"Stupid sinner."
"God won't forgive you."
"Freak."
"You sin against God."
"I didn't sin," I sniffled, then realized I was crying. I wiped my eyes and clutched my pillow. "I didn't do anything. I didn't choose to be this way. If there is a God, why did he make me this way? Why make me a freak? I didn't want to be like this. I didn't want this..." My voice faded as I gave away to the tears. I bawled hard, so hard my chest began to hurt and my cheek throbbed.
***
A few hours later my phone buzzed. I grabbed it from under my pillow and turned it on. The screen showed a mailbox with the words "Two New Messages" under it in large print. I opened the first one to see it was Hannah. She had texted while I was away. It read, "Haii...:)". The second was sent just a few minutes ago. It read, "Baby? What's wrong?"
I immediately went to replying. I lied to her so I wouldn't worry her.
"Sorry, baby, I fell asleep right when I got home. I was really tired," I sent her.
"Oh. It's okay. I just thought something was wrong," she replied.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks for worrying about me though."
"I care about you! Of course I'm gunna worry!"
"Hey I won't be at school tomorrow. Doctor's appointment." It was a half-lie. I didn't really know if I was going there, but it wouldn't surprise me if my parents took me there.
"Aww! That means I can't see you! :'( Oh! I could drive over there and see you! I have a car lol."
'Shit,' I thought. I forgot she had a car.
"No, that's fine. I want you to come over, but I'm not feeling well. I'd probably just sleep on you :P" I hate lying to her. But I have to.
"Oh...Okay... I love you..."
"I love you too baby. Always remember that."
"I know."
I placed my phone back under my pillow then lay my head on it. For the rest of the day, all I did was cry and sleep.
