A/N I did this short story years ago! i hope you enjoy :)
and i can make an alternative ending story I've got that too :)
please keep in mind i made this when i was in first year haha!
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My heartbeat was racing and hard against my chest, sweat poured down my face as I tried to catch my breath. I have to escape from the hands of the boys in my years. My life was always like this, running away. Trying to survive. My name is Stanley McCain and this is my life.
I am hiding due to the fact I glared at a boy. Give up . John Barkley. The most aggressive guy in my year. I didn’t really glare at him just merely looked in his general direction. And now? Now I am stuck behind the school's bins, that stunk of rotten food and urine. “where are you weasel?” I jumped at the sudden sound of john’s voice that sounded mere meters away, but I could not see him due to the bin, so I decided to peak round the corner of the bin. I placed myself so that instead of me behind on my knees I was on my feet crouched down low. My heart felt like it was going to stop, my stomach dropping as I saw John Barkley standing at the exit, the only exit which I needed to escape from. I cursed from under my breath and moved out so I was hidden once again, suddenly I felt my foot fall from under me and I fell flat onto my face knocking my head off the bin which gave out a loud clunk sound
“Hear that John?” one of John friends said, you could hear the delight from his voice
“Yeah I did Craig, everyone go look about” John ordered. My heart quicken and before I could react a hand came out nowhere and grabbed me, I was soon pulled out from where I hid, away from safety. This was it, here we go.
I was beaten to a pulp, kicked, punched, Verbal and Psychical abuse, that’s what it was. The pain wasn’t as bad as it usually was… I didn’t cry much either. My nose broken, the boys still didn’t stop. A kick in the face, a kick in the spleen. Every kick I screamed. Every kick I wish I wasn’t born. The boys soon left after 20 minutes of torture. I didn’t know how long I lay there but I did, but I got up and waddled home. No point . The walk of shame. That’s what they called it. It seemed like decades before I arrived outside my home, but that was good, it meant that I could think. And while I was thinking, one thing cross my mind. That one thought that ran through my mind for quite a while now. Why bother, maybe they were right I am fat , lonely, no one really cared for me not even my family and anyway my life was torturous. My parents are getting a divorce and I’d probably end up in a home, I heard them… I reached out and pulled the handle down and entered the still empty and dark house, I did not bother switching on the lights. I swung the door shut and dumped my bag and jacket down from where I stood. Tears stung my face and the cuts on my face.
Since I went to the school I was bullied due to my weight and how I seen the world. They didn’t see how what they said effected me, nor did my friends I hide it behind a “mask”, people thought I was the happiest but most quietest pupil there. What they didn’t know was that I was depressed. And I was for a while. 3 years to be exact. I wish they knew. Only now do I realise this fight was a lost cause. A losing battle. I looked upstairs that led to the bathroom. I stumbled from upstairs, only then do I notice that I’m bleeding badly, so badly that I’m leaving a trail, but I didn’t care not anymore. I walked into the bathroom and started to rummage through the cabinet and I pulled out my mum‘s sleeping pills . It will be over soon. I didn’t know how long I stared at the bottle, it seemed like a while before I tipped them in my hand and popped them in my mouth. The pain will go. The deed was done, as I walked into my bedroom all the walls came in and out of focus and I felt somewhat weird, I shut my door as best as I could but it was still opened ever so slightly but I didn’t care. I sat down on my bed and laid down, my eyes felt heavy so I did what my body wanted. My eyes shut suddenly I heard the house door open and the sound of my mother call me down. I did not move. I couldn’t. “ Vincent come down no- Vincent are you ok?” she must of notice the blood because I heard her running upstairs. The last thing I heard was the door open then everything quiet, the last thing I thought came running through my mind. I’m sorry.
The cruel truth about bullying. May he never find out that girl in her Spanish class that he thought he’d never had a chance with, was in his future his wife, no longer will he finds out that he wins the lottery and even creates the cure for cancer. No longer will his friends will enjoy his jokes or the days out they have, nor will his family.
You think you’re funny or cool for making fun of that girl in P.E, you think its funny to push that boy down to the ground because he’s fat. You think your friends are going to stay by your side as you do this but they wont. Soon the entertainment goes and so will they. The Truth about bullying? It’s Disgusting!
“I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.”
- Abraham Lincoln
