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5 years before
We're in the boys locker room. I'm 12. Someone pulls my arm and slams me against a cold locker. He looks me in the eyes and spits on me. Freak. He whispers. Freak. He screams. He spits on my face I flinch, but I don't cry. I breath hastly. The rest of the boys are in a circle around us some cheeeing, some quiet. I don't know wich ones I despise the most. He punches me and my head hits the metal door. I get dizzy. He punches me again this time in my nose I feel the blood. he punches me a few more times and I do nothing. He screams at me to feel the pain to cry to scream. He wants to control me. To shed a tear. To scream. It would be to give up control.
He kicks me and hits me and spits and I feel a dark fire in my feet. It rises in me. My legs. My stomach. My chest. My heart. My neck. My throat. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I open them and scream scaring him. My heart burns and look at him I raise my hand I feel the darkness climbing my arm. I feel it leaving me and hitting him.
