Nightmares (Short Stories)

Humilation

There is embarrassment and then there is pure humiliation. Things like forgetting someone's name when you have met them before, repeatedly would be embarrassing. What happened today would be utter humiliation.

It's a dark and gloomy day, the perfect setting for the sheer terror I felt when everything turned south, when the rain set in just made this horrid day more memorable. Being the short kid with hand-me-down clothes did not make me popular for a good reason. My nickname "short stack" was commonly heard right before a slap or crack of one of my bones snapping from someone "roughhousing" too hard as the principal explained to my parents.

After four massive brothers had stretched out the clothes I was currently wearing, the colors had all faded to a bland shade that all resembled each other with random bleach stains from my mom trying to get the dirt and blood out after the other's adventures. I had numerous belts so the pants could all stay up whereas the shirts would hang slightly off the shoulder. You'd think my brother's would care and help mentor me, but instead they were the worse offenders of everyone, ignoring and even antagonizing others my age to up the beatings and insults.

Sporting a split lip, broken left arm in a cast that read, "fag" and "queer," I just wanted to hide in my oversized hoodie and finish eighth grade minding my own business. My head was down and half the miserable day was over. Lunch went by with me hiding near the teachers hoping they didn't catch on to me using them as a meat shield if anything were to go down in the cafeteria.

My stomach started to ache which happened from time to time since I had bruised ribs constantly and my tiny abs would clench in fear whenever someone would walk by, but this was a bit different. I packed my lunch so I would have the tray flipped on my head again. That was a nightmare to explain to my mom. I just wanted to go home to my tiny room in the basement that was meant as a second laundry room originally and pretend I was leaving this shithole.

Another cramp came and that's when I realized something was wrong. I sat up straighter than I ever thought I could and raised my hand like my life depended on it, it may actually of everyone finds out about what is going to happen very shortly.

The teacher being the average salary worker who hated the job but liked the benefits, ignored me like normal. I was struggling to hold in the waterfall that would leaving my ass quicker than I knew I could make it to the bathroom on the adjoining hall to avoid everyone hearing the torrent of farts that would accompany this pain of my intestines trying to leave my body.

By the time the teacher became frustrated with me and irritated my asked what I needed the first fart and juicy slop of shit left my ass. Everyone laughed and then started to gag. The tears wouldn't leave my eyes, but they were there, building up to be shed later with the mortification and ridicule I would feel when the pain lessened and I finished evacuating my bowls in the middle of class. It wouldn't stop. The teacher yelled at me to leave the class as students were throwing up and running out to avoid the smell and visual of me huddled into as much of a ball as I could.

I stood up the best I could and everything ran down including the water leaking from my eyes. I had a trail of shitty footprints following me down the hall to the bathroom where I spent the rest of the class in peace. No one came looking for me and I didn't expect them to. Undoubtedly, i would get yelled at later by someone for this, but this was not something I could stop or even foresee more than a few seconds.

I just stayed in the bathroom the rest of the day with all the other boys just avoiding the bathroom because of the smell being emitted.

The principal came looking for me after the last bell, when the buses had left for the day. He contacted my parents after he plugged his nose and laughed at me. When they didn't answer, the principal, left a message to come and get me and told me to wait outside under the awning for them to come. He locked the school and left me there with a scoff when I asked if he could give me a ride. The lost and found didn't have anything my size and he was unwilling to get anyone else's clothes dirty because I couldn't control my bowels.