With crying eyes and open arms - Phan

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"Dan. Move," someone said into my ear. I saw Phil standing in front of me. His black hair is covering blue eyes so I don't have to look into them. I quickly stand up to move away from him.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Where do you think you're going?" he hisses at me. I look at him. I'm not scared anymore. I'm tired. I'm not going to be his punch bag. Today, his punch bag will fight back. "I was moving out your way like you said," I replied calmly. Phil gives me a small, evil smirk.

I feel someone punch me. It wasn't Phil. I look and see one of the school bullies, Peter. Phil lets go of me and walks away. Peter punches me repeatedly. I'm used to this. It hurts but it's nothing I can't handle. I punch him back. I see him stumble backwards, confused about what had happened. He lunges himself at me, punching me hard in the face. I grab his head and slam it on the bench and make a run for it. Luckily, I can run pretty fast. I run to the toilets and lock myself in, quietly peering through a gap in the door to make sure nobody followed me.

Carefully, I open the door up and walk to my lesson. Nobody can touch me if other people are around. I quickly walk in and sink into a seat at the back of the class. The teacher doesn't seem to realise that I'm late so I just open up my book and start writing notes. A whole hour flies by and we are dismissed from the lesson. I run as fast as I can to the next lesson.

"Howell," I hear someone say behind me. I gulp, terrified of what might happen if I turn around. I carry on walking as fast as I can. When I finally reach the corner, someone pulls me back and waits for students to all hurry past.

The halls are silent and quietly, the person drags me to my locker, a place I'm all too familiar with.

"Thought you could just scurry away? No way," Phil growls in my ear. He's not doing this today. I'm tired of being the kid that's always hurt. "No. I just don't want to have to do this," I say as I kick him hard in the leg. He stumbles a bit before standing up and grabbing my collar.

"Listen," he begins as he slams me into the locker. "You ever think of doing something like that again, I'll break your legs. Got it?" he says, spittle flying from his mouth onto my face. I nod slightly as he kicks me back and then drops me. "I'm done for now," he says.

I pick myself up from the ground. I'm so pathetic. I couldn't even fight back. Why am I so stupid?

I walk away from the lockers. I hate this corridor. It's the place Phil likes to hurt me the most. Probably because there are no cameras or classrooms around that area.

I stumble to my lesson. I sit down silently. I can't deal with this anymore. I want to scream. I want to shout. I want go crazy. I just want someone to care for once.

Lesson ends and I stay completely silent still.

It's break now so I know to expect something to happen to me.

But what?