Dying to Live

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

John's Point of view

Have you ever had that feeling when you know something is going to go wrong?

Yeah, I have that feeling right now.

"Well, well, well." Drake smirks down at me. "Look who it is. Little Johnny~"

I try my hardest to sink into the wall of lockers, but sadly I remain where I am.

"Not today.." I plead, the tears already building up in my eyes.

Drake is one of the reason I hate school. This is my second and last year I'll have to face him. Thank God he's a senior. I'm not sure if I'll be able to survive this year. Add another year and I know I wouldn't live to see my seventeenth birthday.

"I didn't know you could talk!" He mocks hatefully. "And sorry, I have one last year to make your life a living hell. Don't think I'm going to stop just because you ask."

I look down so Drake doesn't see the tear fall from my eye. Who knows what he'll do if he finds out he can make me cry by not even hurting me.

I feel his cold finger under my chin. He forces me to look him in the eyes. I bite my lip, wondering what Drake has in store for me today. It ranges from teasing to hurting me or even making me feel uncomfortable.

I can take the pain, the name calling, and the threats. But near the end of last year he started hurting me in another way. It started with him purposely touching my leg or getting too close for comfort. Lately he's taken it a little too far. I don't like it at all. Drake knows I hate it, that's why he does it.

I try backing further into the locker. No one was around-school had ended ten minutes ago-so there's no chance of anyone saving me.

"Aww, are you scared~?" I sometimes picture him as a wolf, feeding off my fear and pain. But he's worse than any wolf. He's a monster.

"N-no." I say shakily, obviously frightened.

"Well I'll have to fix that."

He grabs my wrist, and pulls me towards an empty class room. I instantly start pulling and tugging on my arm, trying to get it back. No luck.

"Please don't," I whisper, "please."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. It's my job to make your life horrible," Drake pushes me into the class room, locking the door behind himself, "and I plan on doing my job well."

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I sit on my bed, slowly rocking back and forth. I'm trying to calm myself down. It's not working.

Today Drake took it way too far. He did things that will hurt me forever. Drake took the one thing I valued the most and turned it into a sick joke. He hurt me beyond compare. I never thought I could hate someone until today. I hate Drake. I hate him so much.

"Hey there John, how are you?" Noah smiles and lays on bed.

"Good," I lie. "You?"

"I'm great!" Noah grins happily.

He's been with Damien. Noah only smiles like that when he's been with him. I want to be able to make him smile like that. Why can't I be the one he loves? Why does it have to be this Damien guy?

I'm beginning to think I'm just unlovable. My parents abandoned me. Now that Noah has Damien he hardly notices me. Drake hurts me every day. I don't even love myself anymore, at least not after what happened today.

I have Demi and I believe that's the only thing that keeps me going. Making sure she has a better life than I do gives me a reason to get up every day.