The Magical Curse

Chapt. 2 (Ali)

Then everything just happened. It came to me as quick as light and the world suddenly felt dull. I felt numbness in my cheek and a throbbing pain in my head. I felt the shape of a fist making its way to my side and tasted the crimson red iron in mouth.
Pain.
Nothing.
Pain.
The only two things I felt pain and I felt nothing. The only two thingd I can think about.
Eventually, I lost my balance. I tried leaning on the wall, my hands on my sides but still, in the end, my my body met with the cold ground.
No.
No.
No.
I held my head low as I stood, slowly and stumbling. I wiped the blood from my mouth and stared at Tristan and his lackeys. This caught everyone off their guard because me, the person dubbed as "lame", "useless", "coward", "the person no one wanted", "the mistake", took the blows that came at me, no matter the pain, and yet would still stand against Tristan. I could see it in all their eyes. They are sure that I still have the courage and will to not give up left in me or that I feel rage and the anger I kept for so long within. But, they're all wrong. I felt nothing.
Thankfully, for Tristan at least, he was able to take back his composure and again, stood up straight with that stupid smile.
Wait...
 "Mr. Summit!"She screamed to the top of her lungs. "What so you think you have been doing to Ms. Valdez?"

   "It wasn't me." He stated."She started it. I was only defending myse-"Before he could finish, the principal continued on.

   "No Mr. Summit. I have listened to enough of your lies. You will be in detention today,tomorrow,this whole week ,and the next weeks. That would be until you learn a lesson.I would also tell this upon your parents. And,I would recomwnd a sereis of activities." She said with every word hitting even me like a bullet. So, she grabbed him very agressivly and he mouthed the words to me, You will pay for this. Before he disapeared through the wall.

   Next thing I knew, I myself was being dragged too. Difference was, I was, I was dragged to the clinic. Then, I was sent home. I did. I quickly ran to my bike. When I got home, it was already 3:00 and nobody was there.

   I went to my room. I threw my bag on the floor. Got to my bed and cried. I was sick of it all. I thought i got used to it. The truth was, I wasn't. The world, my life, the people. Everything. I just punched my pillow then i just ended up cracking part of my walls. Getting myself bruised and scared, inside out. 

   Then came my folks. As fast as I can, I went to my bathroom trying to heal as many wounds icluding the ones given by "him".