My Boy

     "What the fuck?" I looked up to see Beatrice staring down at me. Geez, all I was doing was trying to reach my locker when this blonde bimbo barbie comes ramming into me. She was probably blinded by all that lip gloss shes caked on herself. All my papers are strewn out across the floors, great they're everywhere. This is going to take forever and more to pick up. I sigh as I ignore Ms. Slut as I squat down to pick up my papers.

     I feel a hard kick on my back as I fall face forward. Damn, why does she have to be such a major bitch? I slowly get back up ignoring the hard feeling of bruising on my back and wipe the invisible dust off my knees. "Beatrice, what the worldly fuck do you want today?" I turn around and see her demon eyes piercing me like I actually did something. It's not like I killed her dumb Pomeranian dog or something.

     "You know what you did, slut," No, I really didn't. There was really no point in arguing with her though, once her mind is made up that's it. No-one can change it no matter what. I just shrug her off as I walk past her, leaving all my papers on the floor. I'll just make it all up. I barely get past her when she grabs my arm and shoves me into the lockers. She's got a killer grip believe it or not. She does have experience using her hands, though. "Oh are you going to cry? I don't really care." She lets go of me and pushes me away. "Fat ass little whore." I didn't really care, I've been called worse. No way I was going to cry in front of her. 

     I decided since I was here might as well finish picking up my papers. She walked off snickering with her little group of friends. I bent down and picked up the last bit of my papers and walked off. Oh great, the red river is parting and here comes Moses and his tribe. I don't really feel like moving today though, so I just continue walking in their path. As expected we bump into each other, but since they're so big I kind of just fell backwards. I don't know how my fat self managed to get bumped down but I did. Ace looked down at me and scowled.

     "Watch where you're walking."

     "Excuse me, prick. I was actually walking here first, so stop your spoiled brat act. His passe and everyone in the hallway looked at me like I was psychotic. Though, that's normal. One of his friends, Tyler, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me up.

     "What did you say? Apologize!" He barked at me. I looked over at Ace and gave him my big ol' puppy look... Then I spat in his face.

     "I'm sorry you're such a spoiled cunt." Ace, Tyler and Jackson all looked at me. SMACK. One of them hit me, I don't know who though. It hurt, so bad. I sat there on the floor with just a big fat red hand print on my right cheek.

     "You think you're so superior, huh? You know what maybe you'd be worthy to fuck if you weren't such a fat fucking bitch!" Ace got in my face. The only person who hadn't had their go around at me was Jackson so I looked at him, hopeful. He didn't respond though, just gave me a pity look and looked away. I sighed and tried to get up. I could feel the tears welling in my throat so I wanted to hurry up and get out of there. At this point the best thing I could do was just shut up and go away. Tyler wasn't having it though.

     I was slammed against the lockers by my wrists. Wow, his hands must be really big for him to be able to wrap his fingers around my wrists. "Wow, you really thought you'd get away that easily? You're not leaving until I see some pretty tears streaming down your ugly face." Where is the late bell when you need it for god's sake.

     "P-please let go, you're hurting me."

     "P-please let go, you're hurting me," He mocked me in a feminine high-pitched voice. He slammed my hands against the locker making me yelp. "I don't care, don't ever show your face again." At this point I'm crying and he lets me go. I fall to my knees and just sit against the lockers. People pass and I can hear them saying I deserved it. The bell rings and everyone runs off to their next period, I don't care though. I don't mind skipping a period... or two.

     I drag myself to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. If anyone else was in here they didn't make any noise. I rummage through my messy backpack looking for the one thing that helps. I finally find it in my front pocket, it's my blade. I breathe in slowly as I do small cuts on the side of my wrists. Not big enough to scar or show but big enough to bleed and give me something else to focus on.

     God, I'm so sick of having to put on this facade in front of everyone. Those boys are going to end up breaking me. I quit counting my cuts and I take out some of my wrap bandages that I always keep with me just in case as I wrap it around my wrists. There's a little bit of blood that seeps through to the hoodie sleeve, but it's okay. Nobody will notice. I open the stall door and walk out but as I walk out I bump into someone's chest. I look up and meet the eyes of Ace.