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A tear slides down my cheek, burning hot like acid against my skin. Another late night beating from the popular kids to leave more bruises on my skin and more lies from my mouth.
I enter our house, dragging my bag behind me.
"Hey bro." Grayson smiles. "Oh shit, dude what the fuck happened!?"
The same question every night.
I just shrug. "Fell."
"Alright, Humpty Dumpty, let's go clean you up." Grayson chuckles.
Sometimes I question how gullible Grayson can be. I shake my head. "I'm fine, Grayson. I'm going to my room." I walk away from him, jogging up the staircase.
I slam my bedroom door, throwing my bag onto my bed. I turn on the shower attached to my room, then peel off my clothes. Once it's to the right temperature, I climb in.
I take a deep breath, tilt my head back under the water. And in that moment, I break down into tears. I hate so many things. I hate those kids. I hate that Grayson is so gullible. I hate that I can't stick up for myself. I hate that I hate so much. I especially hate myself.
I just wish I were stuck in 5th grade, when things were simple. But I'm not, and it's not possible. So here I stand, filled with self-hatred and rage. Wanting to break, but knowing I can't.
