I Can't Stop [Niam]

Chapter 14

Sorry for such the long wait, but I'm on Spring Break now, so updates should be pretty often for the next ten or so days!

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“Fags. Like. You. Don’t. Deserve. To. Live.” These words were yelled at me between punches. I have no clue who is hitting me or if there is multiple people hitting. I was curled into a fetal position on the floor, covering my head. Don’t think I’m weak, I managed to get a few punches in at first, but the pain got too much for me and I went into defense mode.

“Fuck you, fat arse.” The person or people spit on me before walking off.

It took me awhile to get up the courage to get out of my position. I scooted myself over to the wall and leaned against it. I couldn’t tell you what hurt worse, my pride, my body, or the hunger from not eating in seven days.

I was alone at the moment in the hallway, so I used this time to check out the damage that was done. I lift up both my shirt and sweatshirt, trying to ignore the disgusting fat I saw there. I had dark purple and bluish bruises covering my torso. I had a few bruises that were a sickly yellow color, in the healing stages from Monday.

School has been hell for me this week. I know it’s that bitch Sophia that is getting her minions to do this to me. She’s not going to stop them until Liam and I are broken up. And the sad thing is she just might get her way.

I feel like Liam is going to break up with me soon. He’s no longer affectionate with me, not that I will let him touch me anyway. He no longer says those beautiful things to me or kisses me or tells me that he loves me. Fuck, he’s even gone as far as avoiding me lately, the only time he will be around me is at lunch or for our tutoring sessions. He just looks at me with pity and sad eyes and it’s killing me to see him like that. I’m just waiting for the day that he just ends it all.

Back to the school being hell thing, I’ve beaten up every single day this week. These guys were smart about it too. They would wait until I am alone and then they would attack me from behind. They would only hit me in places that no one would notice. They always avoided hitting my face and they always made sure that I couldn’t see theirs.

Well, their beating session screwed up today. I heard footsteps coming up behind me this time and as I turned around, they punched me right in the face. Sure, it stung like a bitch, but I was able to recover and get a few of my own hits in. Sadly, I was overpowered and found myself, once again, in the fetal position at their feet.

I just want to cry right now. How could I have fucked up my life this badly? And why did it have to be me? Why does all this shit have to happen to me? Where did I go wrong in life that I deserve all of this?

Maybe that guy is right. Maybe I don’t deserve to live. Maybe I should go home tonight and just end it all. Everyone would be better off without me anyway. Greg and Denise would finally have to stop worrying about me and can start living their own lives. My friends would finally be happy, no longer having my presence to darken the mood. And Liam would finally be able to get someone that deserves his love and not some disgusting fat arse like me.