Cold metallic, you know it the second it hits your lips, and your on the ground, getting pounded by feet and books. Everything aches, you try to get up, to be pushed down, this unblocks your face, you get kicked in the nose, blood down your face. You try to yell, but no one is around this area of the building. Once you think it'll never end and this is the torment you must live with for the rest of your life, they're gone. Like a shadow. You tremble and shake, but you will not cry, blood dripping from your nose and your mouth, but you will not cry, you curl up into a little ball on the floor, surrounded by your own blood spots, you will not cry. Getting up and going to the bathroom has never hurt so bad, but you didn't cry, because then they'd win. With blood soaking your white shirt, you clean your face, watching the blood trickle down the drain. You wipe your mouth with your sleeve, and pull on your jacket. You walk out, swearing to never tell a soul what just happened.
This didn't happen to you did it? Maybe it did, but not exactly like this. Not in your childhood church, and definitely not when you were 11 years old. This did happen. To me. So don't you dare tell me that I'm weak, or a Christian, because I'm most definitely not.
YOU ARE READING
I'm sorry that I wasted your time
SpiritualThe silence screams in his ears, yet all he can do is wipe the tears, he's been trapped for what felt like years, little does he know how much he fears. Update book to keep me in check, yeah I'm fine bro
