Thankful for Him (My Saving Grace in Dallon's POV) - Brallon

The Beginning

They wouldn't stop... I couldn't get them to stop. No matter who much I fought back, no matter how much I screamed and cried. They wouldn't stop, and nobody would do a single thing to help me stop them. Everyone at the school knew, the students, the teachers, they didn't care. The physical beatings and the verbal abuse from the other students was getting to be too much for me. I didn't tell my parents about it, but I think they might know on account of me coming home covered in bruises.

I had to do it, I didn't know what else to do. They usually bullied me to get a reaction from me, so if I didn't react to them, they would stop eventually. So I just ignored everyone, everyone that tried to do anything to me, or even communicate with me.  If people were going to mistreat me, then I was ignore everyone around me. Why open up to people if it's just going to allow them to hurt me.

I was in class when a teacher had called on me, I didn't hear what they said, I wasn't going to answer. The teacher, Mr. Trohman, turned around and looked at me, I continued looking forward, ignoring him. He looked confused, because I was usually such a good student and would answer all the questions correctly.

"Dallon? Are you okay?" He asked if I still hadn't responded.

"He's too stupid to answer the question!" Shouted one of the students, which caused Mr. Trohman to frown.

"I think I need to take him to the nurse, I'll be back," he said as he began to walk toward me. He began to reach out to help me get up from my seat, but I stood up before he could.

I walked out of the room and began to head to the nurse's office, walking beside Mr. Trohman. He was looking at me worriedly, as I looked and acted fine physically. 

"Dallon, will you tell me what's wrong?" He asked.

I continued walking, acting as if I hadn't heard him. He reached out to grab my arm and stop me but I quickly yanked my arm away and kept walking.

"Dallon! Stop for just a second and talk to me!" He demanded, but I kept walking. We weren't too far from the nurse's office now.

He eventually gave up and we finally made it to the nurse's office.  He told the nurse about what was going on with me, and as I already knew, there was nothing wrong with me. Although they both decided that maybe I just needed a break, so Mr. Trohman returned to his classroom and I stayed in the nurse's office. I laid down in one of the beds and listened to the quiet sounds of the nurse's office. I stayed there until the end of the period, then I returned to Mr. Trohman's room and grabbed my stuff.

"Dallon, are you okay now? Will you talk to me?" He asked, but I just walked out of the room to my class. He must have spread the word to the other teachers because I didn't get called on again. The students were very slowly starting to leave me alone, I was not allowing them to enjoy bullying me.

I was glad to finally arrive home later that day, I could relax by myself. But when I got home, my behavior raised my parents' suspicions.

"How was your day today, Dallon?" My mother asked when I got home, but I just walked straight to my room. I set my bag down and climbed into my bed, closing my eyes and hoping to take a nap to relieve myself from the stress of school.

After a couple minutes she came into my room. "Dallon, what's wrong? What happened today?" She asked, but I just laid there with my eyes closed.

"You know you can talk to us, right, Dal? Your father and I will still love you, what happened? What's wrong?" She said worriedly.

I just laid there quietly until she left, I could feel her disappointment.

. . .

It had been a couple of months since I had become silent, my classmates had stopped harassing me, but they all looked at me funny. Everyone did nowadays, but that wasn't going to get me to open up. My parents had been sending me to a therapist, but nothing ever comes from it and everyone just gets frustrated with me. I think my parents are thinking about sending me away to a mental institution because of the way I am now. I don't blame them, they don't know what's wrong, no one knows what caused this but me.

My parents had taken me out of school. I wasn't doing the best in my classes, I wouldn't work with my classmates and I would do our group projects by myself. I've lost employability points for lack of participation in class. The teachers never called on me, they knew what the result would be. They thought I might get better if I stayed away for awhile.

Then one day, I came home from school, and my parents were waiting for me with two strange men I had never seen before. Who were they and why were they here? Were they for me, to try and talk to me?

"There he is," my mother said as soon as I walked in. "Dallon, this is Dr. Wentz and Dr. Stump. We've been talking to them for awhile and you're going to be going with them. They're going to help you and you can come back when you get better."

That was it, they finally decided to send me away. I was going to live in a foreign place, with no one I would know, as if I would open up to anyone there. They're all crazy there. Dr. Wentz and Dr. Stump walked up to me. They were both really short and I completely towered over both of them.

"If you open up now, you won't have to come with us," Dr. Wentz whispered. "I'd say that's a pretty good deal."

I stayed silent, I wasn't going to do it. I don't think I ever wanted to open up to anyone ever. Or a least for awhile.

"Okay, then, I guess you're coming with us," said Dr. Stump.

My mother came up to me to give me a hug, her eyes welling up with tears, but I quickly stepped back away from her and walked out the door, not wanting to be touched. The doctors followed behind me quickly and we got in their car.

"We'll take good care of you here," said Dr. Stump a few minutes into the car ride.

"Yeah, and the sooner you open up, the sooner you can go home," said Dr. Wentz.

I just sat quietly, looking out the window and watching the scenery pass by. I wondered where the place that they were taking me to was, and how far it was from home. But this place was going to be my new home, and the only thing I could do was accept it.

. . .

When we arrived at the hospital, they showed me to the room where I was staying, there were two beds, but the second one was empty. I was glad to not have to share my room with anyone else. I already hated it here, but I had to stay here now. I got changed into my new clothes and followed them to the cafeteria, where I sat alone quietly, getting used to my new schedule, which I would have to go through every day. I began to get used to the faces of the other patients, they would be the faces I would be looking at from now on. I familiarized myself with my new surroundings and accepted my new life here. Later on that day, my parents called, but there was no news for them.

A.N. 

So this will be updated every two days, like My Saving Grace was, in case you were wondering. 

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