I just sat there shaking. I knew the time was coming. My hands were shaking so much I nearly dropped my book. I glanced nervously over at Derek and his gang. I gulped with fear. They had been tormenting me for years. They either took my things or beat me up till I was black and blue. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I would dread it. I just wish I never would wake up. I glanced down at my book, hoping Derek wouldn't notice me. But he did.
"Hey Blondie!" Called Derek.
I looked over at him. His smug grin going right through me.
I didn't reply. I'd rather be dead.
Derek nodded at his minions, then they got up and strode across the classroom to me. I looked at the floor, as I was lifted up by my collar. Derek laughed.
"Time to have some fun," He whispered in my ear.
My heart sank. I knew what he meant by 'fun.' I was yanked off by my collar, and took me to the cubicles. Derek nodded at the two friends holding me. They released their grip, and I crumpled in a heap. I started to whimper like a hurt animal. Derek laughed again, and dragged me into a cubicle. My eyes watered. He grabbed me again and shoved my head down the loo. My legs thrashed about hopelessly. Derek pulled the chain. I think he's main goal was to drown me. He finally pulled my head out. My hair was soaked, and I was spluttering. Derek was howling with laughter now. It was amusing to him. Then he roughly slumped me against the cubicle wall. Then raised his fist. I closed my eyes. Every blow and hit increased during the time limit. After a few minutes, he stopped. My face ached. Then the worst happened. This time, a compus was used. I screamed in pain, I felt I was being injected. The floor had blood splattered on it. It was making me bleed. Each scream I cried, Derek's eyes lit up. Then I just saw black and white...
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REVENGE
HorrorThis is a story about a young lad that goes to boarding school. He is rich, and his parents never have time for him. They are always at work. 14 Hecter Darcy has been bullied for years. Hecter isn't stupid. A few years later, Hecter is plotting some...