Why me?

Ugh, school

(More Flashbacks)

(Virgil's Point of View)

Beep! Beep! Beep! Went my alarm clock, telling me to get out if bed. I got out of bed, 'Another day of school.... great.' I thought.

I went into the bathroom and opened my cabinet. I took out my pill bottle. "Better take these before school..." I mumbled downing more than I should have, "lets hope they work today.." I mumbled, putting the anti-depression pill bottle away.

I put my hoodie on and my black jeans. Then, I found my black shoes with purple laces, and put them on.

"Alright.." I mumbled, putting my books into my backpack, and putting it on,
"Oh! Almost forgot to put my eyeshadow and foundation on!" I mumbled, going back into my bathroom.

I opened my cabinet again, and while I I was reaching for my foundation and eyeshadow, my hand brushed against my razor. It still had stains and marks from the last time I used it.

I grabbed my stuff and started applying it to my face, hiding my freckles, and my ugly face.

"Okay, now I can go." I said, finishing up my face, putting away my things, and grabbing my backpack.

I walked downstairs, not even trying to step foot into the kitchen. I walked over to the sidewalk, seriously considering running into the road and letting a car smacc me, but I resisted that urge, and kept walking to school.

As I walked down the hallway of the school, I almost bumped into him but I swerved and didn't. "Hey!" He yelled. Well, sh*t! I turned around. "Y-yes?" I asked. "W-well I- I was wondering w-why you thi-think you can av-avoid me." He said, mockingly. "I don't know to be honest." I said, trying my best not to stutter.

"Come here, freak." He said. I walked over to him. "Yeah?" I asked, trying not to run away. I honestly don't want to deal with his sh.t today, but he will just bug me later and probably hurt me, so I need to stay here and chill.

He looked at his friends, "Do y'all wanna have fun today?" He asked. They nodded. Crap, I know what his fun is and I do not want to have to run away today. "J-Jason please, don't." I pleaded.

"Too late." He said. Worth a shot. I started running, knowing that he will eventually catch up, but I didn't care.

He came after me, followed by his friends. I past three boys while running, and I heard the one in the middle, who's face was a little darker on one side, say to his friends, "Do y'all ever notice how often he is running from them?" They nodded.

Eventually, I came to a corner. Craaaaap! I'm dead. "Gotcha~." Jason said. His friends snickered. I just sat down in the dark hallway.

A few of the lights down this hallway don't work, the perfect spot to sit and cry in. I put my head in my knees, hoping that they would go away, but I am not that lucky.

Jason grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. Then he slapped my face. I didn't feel it, because he hits me all the time. Then he punch my stomach, dropping me to the floor. Okay, that hurt a little. He kicked me in the stomach. Ow, god, what did my stomach do to you?!

He kept kicking me, but seeing no reaction from me, moved to a different spot. He kicked my nose. I started bleeding.

But, then he crossed the line. He pulled out the knife. Crap! Not today...please....

He pulled me up, looking satisfied by my nose. He pulled up my sleeve, expecting to see cuts, only to find a ponytail around my wrists. "Dang it, I was expecting to see cuts to reopen here." He frowned. Lucky for me, the cuts have faded. I'm just glad he doesn't know what the ponytail is for...