Vacation (Scomiche)

Unconscious

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I saw a single dear landing on the paper, onto the word 'love'. This person, Scott, seemed to really care about me and I couldn't remember anything about him. He must be very important to me; the shock I felt after seeing him let me unconscious after all...

He is right behind my room wall. He is probably thinking of me right now, he must be so worried. Should I go and tell him I'm fine? Am I fine? He said I should wait untill I remember him. I don't think I'm ready anyway. I decided to shower and go have dinner at the restaurant. I stripped and got into the bathtub. The hot water finally relaxed my muscles and made me forget about my problems for a while.

I slowly got out of the shower and opened my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. I didn't want my outfit to be too fancy, but I definitely didn't want to be concidered underdressed either. I chose some stunning black pants my mom got me and a classic white shirt.

I got out of my room and headed to the restaurant. I expected it to be full of light and packed with people talking loudly, but I was surprised by what I saw. The place was quite relaxing, the lighting was gentle, there were candles on each table and, most importantly, there were hardly any people there. I chose a table at he back of the dinning area, next to a large window facing the sea. The waiter came and took my order and before I knew it, there was a plate of delicious food in front of me. I ate slowly, enjoying every bite. Once I was finished eating, I paid for my food and want for a walk at the deck near the reastaurant.

The moon was beautiful. I just stood there, just admiring it and enjoying the cool breeze. It was so peaceful...

"Let go off me!" I suddenly heard a man sreaming from the other side of the deck. I almost run there, trying to figure out what was going on. The voice sounded panicky; the man was in danger.

"Give me your fucking phone, I won't ask you again!", another voice replyed , an angry one.

"Why would I ever give my phone to a stanger who just grabbed me out of the blue? I fucking told you to let me go, you're hurting me!" I could hear his voice cracking.

"I saw your fucking lock screen. You are kissing another man's cheek! If you can call that thing a man! You fucking fags!"

I looked around the corner and witnessed a horrible scene. There was a huge man, around 30 years old, and another man around my age. The oldest man had the appearance of a bodybuilder and he had the boy pinned against the wall. The boy was trying desperately to escape the man's grip, but in vain.

"All you freaking fags should burn in hell!", said the man while repeatedly hitting the boy's head against the metal wall.

"Leave him alone!" I screamed while attacking the man. He turned his attention to me as the boy fell to the floor, unconscious. Once the attacker realised what he did and the trouble he was getting into, he pushed me onto the ground and ran away.

I tried to lift my head, which had hit the hard floor. It was already a bit sore from my first fall and now it hurt more than ever before. I slowly stood up and focused on the boy next to me. He was facing the floor, so I could easily see a bloody wound on the back of his head. The blood was soaking his blonde locks, turning them dark red. I gently put my left hand at the side of his head and my right one at his side, trying to roll him over. He was quite heavy, probably because of his height. He was really tall. I finally managed to make him face me, realising that his nose was bleeding too. I prayed it wasn't broken. I took a step back and for the first time since a got to the brutal scene, I looked closely at his face.

And then I remembered. It was Scott. My Scott, unconscious and bleeding.