The Fruit of Tito

Chapter 1: Leap Of Faith

'Another rainy afternoon laying in a alleyway. Left for dead by a dumpster outside of a McDonald's.'

'How...Fitting.'

These were the thoughts running through this high school boy's head as he tried to muster the energy to stand up. He was in no shape to stand on his feet but he managed to rise to his feet with several grunts of pain and anguish.

'I never thought I'd be stabbed...but then again I never thought I'd be bullied to death. They had their fun with me then tried to cover their tracks like I was garbage'

'This is bullshit.'
'This isn't right'
'Why me'

The mysterious boy's thoughts ran wild as he shuffled out the ally while leaning on a nearby wall. His breaths were labored and came out in short bursts; the rain washed some of the stained blood out of his curly black hair and his face. He limped
his way to his home; luckily his house wasn't that far away from where he was left. Each step he took caused a deep wound on his right abdomen to bleed a bit, he clutched his right hand over the wound to cease the bleeding a bit but the more he shuffled along to his home, the more blood he lost and the weaker he got.

" I don't think I'm gonna make it." He whispered in a stifled breath. His vision blurred more and more and he slowed down to clumsy steps as if he were drunk; his house was in eyesight view and he let a grim smile appear on his face as if he knew his fate.

"I'll be damned if I die in some dirty McDonald's alley." He let out a pain chuckle before coughing up a considerable amount of blood before collapsing on the doorsteps of his home. Flashbacks of his life started running rapid through his mind. He couldn't see his childhood but what he did see was when his torment started.

*Flashback*

"Mr..." there was a fuzzy noise that assaulted his ears whenever someone said his name. The familiar figure of his teacher came into view as he realized where he was, his instructor came closer as he spoke again.
"Sleeping in class again *****?" The teacher said as calmly as he could muster. The boy shook his head to wake himself up and replied with a simple. "Yes, I'm sorry." A few of his classmates let out short little chuckles which made him feel a tad bit embarrassed. "Now that everyone is up and paying attention, how about we introduce ourselves. I'm Mr.Gross, now everyone stand us and speak out your name. Starting with..." He looked around the class waiving his finger until he finally set it on. "You, Mr.Sleepyhead." The boy's face flushed a bit before clearing his throat and standing up.

"Um-I'm. Uh um~" The timid boy sputtered out. "I'm Tito, it's nice to meet you all." Tito was thankful his hair covered a majority of his face as his face was slightly flushed from embarrassment. Unbeknownst to Tito, he caught the attention of a certain someone that was going to change his life drastically.
After the class ended Tito began exploring around the campus to get familiar with his new school. Some students waved and said hello to Tito and he gave simple nods and hello's back; he was heading to the rooftop to get a nice view of the overall campus. When he opened the door he was met with a horrifying sight. He gasped, catching the attention of the nearby bystanders.

Someone was being beaten

     The sight was shocking to Tito as he'd never seen such acts of violence in his life; it caused him to stumble back a bit and hit the stairway railing. A feminine but intimidating voice called out to him when he hit the railing. "Yo, Tito ain't it?" She seemed the polar opposite of him speaking with confidence and conviction in her voice. Tito didn't answer her and instead just stared at her; slightly more annoyed now she started to speak again.