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Black and Purple

Eddie Kaspbrak wasn't weak.

Not that anyone called him weak, but he felt the need to constantly remind himself that he wasn't weak. He was a mama's boy who got good grades, wore pastels, and was kind to everyone.

He just felt that he gave off the weak vibe. He wasn't physically strong, but he had a strong will. Eddie went through daily bullying, condescending trash talk from his peers and mother, and embarrassment for his sexuality.

Soft or not, Eddie refused to believe he was weak. He knew he put up with a lot.

It's just life.

As Eddie walked to his first period class, he pulled nervously on a loose string on his pastel purple sweater. He was hoping and praying that none of his usual bullies were roaming around the halls.

He was running late for school and he knew that was the time they'd be roaming the halls. It was the perfect time to pick on Eddie; he was alone and they could do whatever they wanted.

Eddie was a hallway away from his first period class; so so close. That's when he felt a force pulling at his backpack. It was unexpected so Eddie stumbled and fell back, only to look up and meet the eyes of his worst enemy.

"Well, if it isn't girly boy Kaspbrak. Why aren't you in class faggot?" Henry Bowers asked, kneeling down and smirking at Eddie.

"I woke up late," Eddie mumbled, trying to stand up, only for Henry to push him back down with his foot. "Leave me alone, Henry."

Henry smirked and grabbed Eddie's arm, dragging him to the bathrooms, despite Eddie's protests. The whole bathroom smelled like cigarette smoke and made Eddie long for his inhaler. He knew that Henry wouldn't let him use it, though.

"You know, I got a new pocket knife last night." Henry pulled a white handled knife with a shiny, sharp blade out of his pocket. "I've been looking for something to test it on. I think you'd be the perfect carving post, Kaspbrak."

"Henry, don't," Eddie pleaded, trying to back away but finding himself trapped in the corner. "Please, don't. I'll do your homework, I don't care. Please don't!"

"Sorry, homework isn't gonna help me, since I don't show up for class. The more you fight the deeper the cuts get," Henry said, lifting up Eddie's shirt, revealing his soft, unmarked skin. "I'm going to show everyone what you really are, fag. I want to hear you scream. It's going to fucking hurt."

Eddie shook his head closed his eyes tightly, not allowing any terrified sounds to escape his throat. He wasn't going to fight or plead. He was strong. He could handle it.

Henry was annoyed by Eddie's silence. He slapped Eddie across the face, digging the knife into his stomach. The warm blood covered Eddie's stomach and Henry's hand, the pain making Eddie let out a broken scream.

"Tell me it hurts," Henry growled, dragging the knife across Eddie's skin. "Tell me it fucking hurts!"

"Please don't! Please stop!" Eddie screamed, tears flowing down his face at the burning pain. "I'll do whatever you want! Please stop!"

Henry continued to move the knife when a loud banging sound echoed through the bathroom. Both Henry and Eddie looked toward the direction of the sound to see a tall, lanky boy standing feet away from them, eyes widened in shock.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Tozier?" Henry asked with a low snarl in his voice.

Eddie pleaded with his eyes, begging for help. He watched the boy's gaze shift from Henry to Eddie to the blood then the knife. Eddie could tell he was having a mental debate, trying to figure out whether to risk his neck and stay or take the risk for the innocent boy with a knife in his stomach.