Hey, Stranger

Chapter Two

WARNING: SOME EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE FROM BULLYING AND HOMOPHOBIA IN THIS CHAPTER MAY BE TRIGGERING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. READ AUTHOR'S NOTE.

Amy's p.o.v.

I put the textbook in the locker. Before I could shut it, I tripped and landed on the tile with a loud thud. My knees ached. It's not like I was clumsy. It was just that someone had grabbed both of my legs and pulled me to meet the floor.

Hello, floor. Nice to see you here.

I lifted my head to see Mark and his goons laughing above me. I didn't even bother trying to scamper away, since I had learned my lesson years ago. Two of Mark's friends lifted me up and slammed me against the lockers. My back ached and I could already imagine the bruises forming.

"Well, Mark, don't you know how to lift a girl off her feet," I spat.

"Why don't you shut your fucking mouth, you little fagot?" he snarled. Before I could retort, he thrusted his fist at my stomach. I spat out blood as my body shook with pain. He began using me as a punching bag.

Each hit, each blow made me more numb to everything except the pain. I faintly heard laughing as I coughed up more blood. I was sure a crowd was gathered around me now.

I gasped in pain as I was kicked to the floor. My eyes shot open and, indeed, a crowd was circled around the scene laughing, insulting, and even giving Mark and his friends suggestions of better ways to torture me. Every face I saw was blurry and I didn't care.

They can insult me, hurt me, do whatever they want, but I won't break. I won't let them unravel me down to nothing. I won't. I spent too long crying for the first year.

Mark pulled me up by the hem of my shirt. I looked him dead in his beetle black eyes. So empty and cold and lifeless. He showed no remorse as he punched my face. I felt the agonizing pain as I dropped back to the tile floor and the buzz of the crowd cheering in sync sounded in my ears.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGOT!" I didn't make any remarks or anything. The bell rang throughout the entire school building. Kids walked over my already bruised back and some stomped or kicked before leaving the building.

I rested my cheek against the cold tile. It felt soothing against my broken jaw even though I was laying in a puddle my own blood. Mark's words rang in my ears like a broken record.

For six years I've been bullied. And all because I'm a fucking fagot.

Sorry for the depressing chapter. It was to show how much Amy is bullied and how she feels about it. If you can't tell, she's bullied for being gay and has been bullied since 6Th grade. She is pretty fierce though and refuses to give in to the hate.

So, I really hope I didn't trigger you with this chapter. But anyways the next chapter will be when they accidentally text. How doing think it's going to go considering the fact they have opposite social statuses. Stay tuned for morrrreeee...

Loveya
-LemongrabLord07