Solby : The Bully

Walking Dead

(Colby's POV)

Before i knew it, i was violently kicking the stall door with such force i was surprised i didn't hurt my foot.

My anger controls my every movement as I try and knock down the door that stands in the way.

I can hear shuffling from the other side of the door, and some weird sniffling noise.

I ignore this, and continue to kick the stall door.

Looking at the hinge, it already looked crooked, Just ready to break. And with another kick, i heard something snap, and the stall door fell towards me.

I quickly move to the side as the door hits the wall, making a loud crashing sound.

When I look up I see Sam, standing in the corner, pure fear in his eyes. He was up against the back wall of the stall now, and i could see his hands shaking. I've never seen him this scared before, but to be fair i've never been this violent.

He deserved it though, he made me mad. He knew what he was doing, but he did it anyway.

I stare at Sam for a few seconds with hesitation. Not because i didn't want to hurt sam, but because his eyes just looked so damn petrified, it startled me.

I shake my head and get back to the task at hand.

I take a step towards Sam, and his arms raise to his head to protect his face, but this time i don't hesitate.

I continue forward and grab Sam by the front of his shirt, pulling him toward me.

"Please..." He quietly says, his voice trembling with fear. I pause. It's Such a familiar sound. It didn't sound like how Sam normally sounds when i hurt him, it's different. His voice would normally be filled with hatred and nervousness. But this makes me almost regret what i'm doing.

But stopping is a weakness, and weakness makes you a target, and i can't make myself a target like that.

I grip Sams shirt tight, and swing a punch into his gut, causing Sam to yelp in pain.

He started struggling, begging for me to let him go. But I didn't listen.

My vision went black, and I could hardly control what i was doing. All i could hear was Sam crying out for help.

When my vision became more clear, i saw Sam on the ground with a bloodly lip and a forming bruise on his face. The sight made my heart skip a bit for a second, how pathetic he looked.

"Why...?" Sam says in a pained voice. "Why do you hate me so much?"

I merely look at Sam, not wanting to answer that question

I don't know why i hate him, or if i even hate him in the first place. It just feels good to hurt someone else.

Then i heard the school bell ring. 2nd period ended already, i hadn't realized i was away that long.

I could hear kids in the hallway outside the bathroom now, heading to their lockers.

Not wanting to get caught, i leave the bathroom before Sam gets up, and act like nothing happened.

As i head to my locker, I start to think about what just happened.

The screams of pain

The pleading

He looked like he didn't want to fi-

"Colby!" I hear from behind me, causing me to jump.
"Where were you last period?"
I turn around to see my friend Brennen.
"Taking care of Sam Goldilocks." I say, and brennen snorts at the weird Nick name.
"What happened this time?" Brennen crosses his arms. "Did he piss you off again?"
"I was fighting Jake in the west hallway, and that annoying bitch was watching us."
"Where is he now?"
"Who?"
"Sam."
"In the bathroom."
"Want me to fight him? I'd be my pleasure."
"Thanks but their is no reason too, he's already banged up."
"So what? He desearves to get his ass kicked."
"Not today, brennen. He's had enough."
"Fine. But tommorow, he's dead."