The next couple of weeks after the first day didn't get any better. If anything it got worse. Way worse. Hells decided to humbly take it upon himself to be my personal demon and everyone just found it funny.
"I should just move somewhere else" I thought to myself on my way home from school. Pondering, I stopped right in my tracks.
"Actually... that's not a bad idea. I can start of on the right foot over there, make actual friends, and life a happier life than the miserable mess I'm experiencing here". Resolved, I marched straight home to tell my mom. Unfortunately, couple blocks away from my home the beast was stalking its prey. Right in my path stood Hells and his posse, blocking my way to the next street.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here gentlemen?" he said menacingly.
"I can't do this right now Hells, I have to get home" I pleaded with no gain.
"Tell me one good reason why I should let you pass?" he asked me skeptically
"I don't owe you an explana-"
***THWACK***
***POW***
***CRUNCH***
Out of no where, Hells swings his arm and hits me multiple times, directly in my stomach.
"You always go for the gut busters first Mew. That's what is going to bring your opponent down and on their knees begging for forgiveness" he told me, trying to sound sarcastically sympathetic. Trying to regain my posture, I sit up straight and get hit in the face, causing me to stumble backwards.
***POW***
***THUD***
"What's going on here?" asked a confused voice in the distance. It was my mother.
"Barry? What are you doing on the floor honey?" Realizing what had happened, she looks towards Hells and says,"was this your doing young man?"
Sheepishly he replies, "we were just playing a game lady".
"You call this a 'game'?" she said angrily pointing at me sitting on the ground. Due to the massive force of Hells' fist, he had given me a black eye and knocked a couple of my teeth out.
"How... could... you... DO THIS?!?!" she yelled as she started hitting Hells' arm. Obviously she wasn't dealing any damage whatsoever, yet Hells seemed like he was in fact experiencing pain from my mothers blows. Within the crowd of people surrounding the scene, I heard multiple people saying things like "Is that his mom?", "God he's so pathetic", "He had to call his mommy to come to save him". Forcing myself up, I started to direct my attention towards my mom.
"Mom, stop, Mom... I said stop please" I whined all to no prevail.
"MOM! I SAID STOP!! YOURE FUCKING EMBARRASSING ME!!!!" I yelled angrily, causing her to stumble back and look at me longingly. Walking towards Hells, I said "Sorry that she hit you Francis". My mother looked at me once more with sorrow and disappointment in her eyes as she started to walk away, presumably towards home. I had just yelled and insulted the person who was trying to care for me. All while protecting the one person who I hated to most in the entire world...
"What have I done?"
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Binary Understanding
Teen FictionHigh School freshman Bartholomew Stane is tired of his life. Constant harrasment about his appearance and his physical state, from as early as he remembers to the present day, have caused him to fall into depression and even wish death upon himself...
