Island of the Misfit Boy (Lashton)

Beating

Luke:
I am just a broken boy that no one wants to play with
I look down at my writing, I'm a shy little fuck but I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna sing at our schools talent show. I don't know why honestly, I think I'm just looking for something to fail at, like everything else. It's okay if I fail I'll just kill myself, my escape route.

I pull on some skinny jeans and pulled on my long sleeve sweater and sigh fixing my hair. I wrap my hands around the edge of the sink in the bathroom as I look at myself and scream out "Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself and I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help!"

The line described me perfectly, my once bright blue eyes, now stone cold and dead. I sighed and tore myself away from the mirror before I rammed my head into it.

I pull my beanie on to cover my hair so it doesn't get wet in the rain as I walk outside of my house and head to hell, err school oops. I shake my head, "I'm not even funny to myself." I whispered.

I finally make it to my locker and I'm wet, from the rain. I do my combo to my locker and grab my black notebook, well it was white  until I covered it in black sharpie, yeah I don't pay attention, doesn't matter anyways.

I clutch the book to my chest and stare at the floor and head to class, until I feel a hand on shoulder and tense up quickly, not daring to look up, I know who it is, Colton.

"Hey there you are faggot!" He laughed squeezing my shoulder tighter.

I almost yelp when I feel his nails in my skin - almost.

Suddenly I'm standing on my feet, then bam I'm on the fucking ground, still I stay silent, not giving into there torment. Not even the brutal kick into the stomach and ribs.

The class bell ring and  that's when they let me go, I feel the warm matellic blood in my mouth I flip myself over and split it on to the hallway floor and stand up slowly and grasp the wall and take in a deep breath, "shit." I groan, that hurts.

I walk to the bathroom, great a black eyes and bruised cheek. I shake my head and walk to my class and the teacher sees me and shakes her head and I take my seat in front of the curl hair kid in my class.

Ashton, Ashton Irwin is his name, he looks as me and I can see him bit the inside of his cheeks, probably to stop himself from laughing at me.

I sit down and hunch over myself and close my eyes to stop myself from crying. I mentally slap myself, "stop it you little bitch." I whimper to myself and frown.

I don't do any work just sit there and stare all english class. I get my stuff once the bell rings. I go slowly cause of how much pain I'm in. I mean it's nothing new but today my morale is just gone so it hurts more. Wait take that back I never have good morale, only the bad kind.

I walked back to my locker and put my stuff in it and walk to the cafeteria and sit in my usual sit in the corner by myself. I sighed and sat, shoving head phones in and type out some more lyrics, the talent show is only two weeks away and I'm still working, as per usual I can't do anything right.

I sing quietly along to my music and rest my arms on the table with my head down and sigh.

The bell rings and I get up and keep looking at the floor and walk to my next class, once again an advance class with the juniors(11th graders)

I sit in A.P.U.S.H. (advance placement  us history) and listen my teacher rambled on about Hitler and World War 2 and wait for the bell to ring.

Once it does I trudge home slowly and throw myself on my bed once I reach my house.