Dizzy Daydreams

Fight Me

*** GORE WARNING - TRIGGER WARNING***

He decided to pick a fight with me. Right in the middle of Science. I decided to throw him in the trash. He was screaming at me, throwing insults and trying his hardest to diss me. Every time he did, I just knocked it away with an insult of my own or a snappy comeback. It was funny watching him get more furious while I'm just here, calm as a cucumber. It was funny to know that the rest of the class was standing in a circle around us, up against the walls, quiet and scared.

"What the fuck is even wrong with you?" He screamed at me, close to his limit.

I looked away from the window I was staring out and looked at him instead and cocked my head. "Do you want a list?" I said with lethal calm.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" He screamed turning away from me, clutching his head. I smirked, satisfied that I had gotten him to his limit.

I pushed away from the table and shoved my hands in my pockets. "You done?" He whipped around to face me. "Good try. Next time, just try a bit harder. See if it can get as hard as some other parts." Some snickers at that.

He advanced on me and I stood my ground. He doesn't scare me but I wanted him to have some space so I backed up against that table and perched my ass on the edge. "Think you're so funny do you?" He sneered, getting all up in my face. His breath stank.

"I'd leave that to our audience." I gestured to the class, some of whom were snickering and chuckling between themselves.

Face red with rage he said with bubbling fury, "Let's see you laugh after this." And with that he shoved me, flipping me back over the table. I landed sprawled out on my stomach, my hands stretched out in front of me and before I could register what had happened, he kicked the table towards me. It tilted on two legs and fell on top of my outstretched, left hand. Bone crunched and blood sprayed as the lip of the table fell atop my wrist. I screamed a second after it happened, yelling for someone to lift the table up. My best friend obeyed, despite their phobia of blood. The lip of the table was soaked in blood - my blood - as they set it back on all fours. They gasped as they beheld my hand- split on the top from one side to the other and shards of bone sticking out everywhere. There was blood already pooling around my hand as I brought my knees up underneath me and eased into a sitting position, careful not to move my crushed hand. I could feel the blood splattered on me sliding down my cheek and neck. I slowly lifted my head to the boy, letting him see the rage and hurt in my eyes as I tried and failed to lift my hand.

Wincing as I tried and failed to life my hand a second time, I growled at him, "You're dead to me." He looked down at me with a face as hard as stone, yet failing to hide the guilt and regret in his eyes. Gritting my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut, I, as gently as possible, lift my injured hand and cradle it to my chest. I rise up on my knees and carefully work my way into a standing position as I glare at him under lowered lashes. "You... are... DEAD... to... me."

I'm standing at my full height now but I'm still towering over the boy. He looks me in the eye and says to me, voice wavering, "Fool. I'm already dead inside."

I level my gaze to him and say with gentleness like fire, "That's what you want everyone to think. That you are soulless, dead and unfeeling. You are LYING!" I scream the last word. I start shaking my head in disappointment and lowering my voice to an audible whisper. "Because that's all you are. A lying, arrogant, idiotic, apparantly unfeeling, heartless BITCH!" My blood is still flowing non-stop onto the floor, but I can barely feel the pain. "And that's all you'll ever be. To me, to all the people in this classroom, to the entire fucking world. And here you are, making yourself out to be a heartless monster, while we're standing here still suffering from your actions. Bull shit. Utterly bullshit..." And then the blackness creeps in...