it was a dark night. darker than usual in cali, but then again, it was probably for the best. As im walking home, i see a group of people, a mix of guys and girls. i know them very well. they're the ones at my school that always taunt and test me. they're walking on the other side of the street, yelling and laughing and being stupid.... obviously from the alcohol bottle one of them was holding. as im looking at them, im not paying attention where im walking. i walk into the light of a streetlamp so im in full view of the assholes. "Hey, look who it is!" one of them yells out. "C'mere faggot! lets play make new cuts!" they all start laughing and the guys all start chasing after me, so i take off. as im running, one of the guys throws an empty bottle at me and hits me in the back of the head and i fall. i recover quickly, but that gave them what they wanted and now they're almost on top of me. i dont know what else to do, so i run into someones yard, start banging on their front door and scream "HELP!!!!" a girl comes to the door just in time to see them grab me and start hitting and kicking me. they pin me down and one of them pulls out a knife while the others pull up my left sleeve. the girl from the house starts screaming something about "leave him alone or i'll call the cops" but they start cutting into my already scarred flesh, going so deep the knife almost hits bone. the pain was so intense, i blacked out.
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The journey of Damon
Teen Fictionthis is a story about a guy named Damon and his stuggles with being the only one in his family that practices Wicca, being "different", bullying, and self harm....
