But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 1- Shuttle

Maybe it's not a broken nose. But, it still hurts and it's still bleeding. However, I know that Victor Reeds was going easy on me. He was in a good mood today, which I can only be grateful for.

Victor is the highschool bully.

A highschool bully who dedicates his time to bullying me.

'Why me?' Is a question I ask everyday.

Because I'm a scrawny stick?

Because I'm poor?

Because no one likes me anyway?

Because I'm Samuel Park?

These aren't proper reasons; but they're the only ones I can think of and it's not as if this world has ever been fair.

This is the second time I've been toilet dunked... This month. I think it's the scariest treatment I've ever recieved.

When they flush the chain, I'm scared if I'll ever be able to breathe again. The water is just so suffocating. At least, when I'm getting the kicks, my body becomes numb and the endless episodes of feet bruising my skin gradually disappears. But drowning is completely different- the pain lasts forever.

"Any proof?" The kid crossed her arms.

"Sorry?"

"Do you have any proof that you've been bullied? Maybe you could show the police?"

"I don't."

"You don't have a phone? Even at your age?! You could take videos or photos of them bullying you, even I'd help you get evidence."

"I don't have a phone." I droned. I did have a phone few months a go but, in the end, I gave up buying new ones (for as you can imagine, Victor enjoyed "borrowing" every single one of them).

"We can't let them win with this. Otherwise they'll be harassing you for the rest of your life!" The fifteen year-old threw her arms into the air before retrieving another customer's order.

"This is my problem; Who says I'm being bullied? I'm not interested in your pity."

"I'm not pitying you. I just want you to stick up for yourself, and even though you go to a different school to me, it's a well-known fact that you're the 'shuttle' for Victor Reeds."

So, even the Pharmacy shop owner's daughter knows of me. The bully's slave with no integrity or dignity. I guess this day just keeps on getting better.

"And you should get your nose checked out..." She stood there for a few seconds, "it looks worse than before." To be honest, I was pretty stupid to think that she wouldn't notice: she was brought up in the home of a doctor and a pharmacist. Sounds like a dream home to me. But even so, of course she'd notice a broken nose.

My mum's blind. So I needn't worry about her seeing me in such a wreck.

"Mum, I'm home."

"Deary! How was school? Any assignments? Why are you so late again?"

"I was with my friends." I lied.

"If I'd known, I would have given you some pocket money to buy your favourite milkshake!"

"It's okay." Victor would have just taken it anyway.

"How about dinner? Have you eaten?"

"I'm not hungry." I locked myself in my room.

My room's cold, dark and ugly. Reminds me of Victor I guess. Except it's small and has no windows; the only light is a small battery powered lamp, on a cardboard box, next to a mattress, which I call 'bed'.