My Thoughts

Bruises

I sit on my chair with my head against the table. Water drips across the back of my head and the heckling kids around me point and laugh. My chest pulsates and I try to hold my breath back, preventing tears. I try and wipe my face with the water they poured on me to cover the tears that were slipping through. I push my chair back and struggle to stand up. After a moment I'm up. My head hangs low as I try my hardest to escape the situation. I feel something hit my back and I freeze. I wait for it. Again it slams my back and I crumble to the ground. I feel bruises form on my back as their feet and fists crush me further and further down.

I step out of my room later in the day and I move down the Stairs. The short sleeved shirt I'm wearing shows the purple and red marks that say how my day has been for me. Each step seems like it takes forever to wonder down. At the bottom it seems like it'd the end though every time I get there it increases I'm length. I walk down and windows begin to appear on either wall. People stare at me at either side and scream. More and more windows. I reach the end. The stairwell closes up behind me. The rooms walls turn to glass and the crowd surrounds me and stares in. They point and stare at my arms. I grab and cover them, tears well up again and I punch myself in the arm enforcing the bruise and holding back the tears. They stare on as I harm myself for their pleasure. I force a smile and they smile back. It blinds them from the marks. If only.