Overwatch one shots

Stop it(Reaper76)

I'm just like every blonde and nerdy shy kid, awkward and of course, bullied. My life is fine besides that I mean I think they bully me for being gay but I'm not sure.

I walk down the halls every day, being grabbed by Gabe and brought to the bathroom. Today was different, instead of them just pushing me around, I was brought to the football field. Not the bathroom but the empty field.

One boy pushed me to the ground, choking me until I was purple, another holding me down at the waist and below. I let out cries, trying to push one kid off. Gabe grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head. This is really worse than usual.

"Nerd." One of them laughed and I felt the hands on my throat go away. I then realized a fist went up and a solid punch to my face.

"Fag." I heard one mutter, then Gabe pushed one kid off me to take his place. "I hate scum like you." He grinned ear to ear, starting to choke me again. His nails were sharper and dig into my skin. I felt blood drip down my face, Gabe's nails digging into my face even more.

I let out cries and soon enough I felt them let go and someone pick me up. "Cmon, it's okay Jack. You're fine, it's fine. Everything is fine." A panicked voice holding me. "I'll get you the nurse. Just...wait." He ran off and lay me gently on the bleachers. I choked and gasped for air, waiting for this kid to help me.

I regained consciousness in the nurse's office, the boy who saved me was Jesse. It was Jesse. He saved my life. I felt for his hand, his soft fingers brushing through my hair. "You're alright, Gabe can't hurt you no more."

It's just all coming back. Now that it's nearly ten years later and I have my own house, I feel better. How'd I think about this? How'd this suddenly come to mind? I saw Gabe again after so many years.

He was walking down the street and I recognized him. I ran to puke and cry and sob inside my house. Just looking at him makes me sick. My whole body is shaking and I still have the scars from him. When he swung the bat at me and all I got was a minor concussion. Years ago I waited and waited for him to finally kill me. He put a chain on my ankle and pushed me into the school pool. I nearly drowned, except a swimmer had found me and saved me only minutes after. He tried to hang me. Not just put my head in the noose and let me suffocate, no he tried to kick the chair but the rope snapped.

I'm coming to realize that maybe he was insecure. I knocked on Jesse's door to his room, begging him to talk to Gabe and ask him why he was like that. Why he nearly killed me.

Three years straight in high school since I was a sophomore, I hadn't eaten anything. Now I can barely eat. I try to but I can't bring myself to eat very much.

After Jesse agreed to talk to him, I heard the doorbell ring. It was in fact Hanzo, only here to talk to Jesse.

I can't sleep at night, if only when he locked me up, his gun was loaded. If only the gun was able to kill me. Why didn't he end me right there?

The house was quiet until a few knocks came to the door. I opened it to see Gabe, kindly smiling at me. Before I could even say anything, I fell to my knees, almost puking. I covered my mouth, sobbing.

"Jack, what's wrong?" He knelt down, lifting my chin up. I pushed him away, scooting back.

"Don't kill me please." I sobbed, able to get back up on my feet and run to my room. I locked the door, sitting at my trash can to puke and cry. Jesse must've told him to come over. Why?!

I heard the doorknob click a few times, Jesse knocking. "Hun, come out please. I want you to get over your fears." He got the key to my door and opened it.