I just aimlessly ran and ran, without a sense of direction, until I was what I would assume was the back of the school was in front of me. I looked up to see a group of not-so-friendly looking teens glaring down at me, the majority of them wearing ripped clothing and blowing cigarettes. "What are you doing here, Freak?" One of them spat at me. I just stared up at them, mortified. They slowly started to circle me, a few of them smirking, while others glaring. A few images flashed before my eyes before I started bawling right there, where I was standing. Now they were all smirking.
"What's the matter? Scared?" A different one said. The circle started closing in on me. Eventually, shifting, so that I was backed against a wall, and they were blocking all exits. I slid down the wall, into a squat, and put my arms over my head that was protectively buried in my knees. I could hear a few snickers, and my brain went into panic mode. It was screaming to get out of there, but I couldn't. Not with my memories flooding in front of my eyes, clouding not only my vision, but also my thinking. I felt one kick, against my side, then another on the other side, then a series of more and more, until I was lying on my side with my hands covering my face and my knees pulled up to my chest.
They kept kicking me, for another few minutes, every-so-often, one would land on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. One of them landed an especially violent kick on my head, making my vision blur, and refocus over and over again, making me dizzy. My vision went black, and the sharp pains and aching in my body stopped, as everything went numb and disappeared.
I woke up, in a sprawled out position, on the cold, hard ground. The same place I was beaten up. I slowly started to get up but yelped out in pain as I fell again. Why does this always happen to me? Why? I tried again and fell back down. Tears pricked behind my eyes as I finally stood up. I hobbled over to the sidewalk and made the very long and excruciating walk back to my house. Praying it wasn't too late, I hopped up to my driveway and front door. I inserted the key, and reluctantly opened it a crack. I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me. I locked the door and turned around to come face to face with Sir glaring daggers at me.
"Well, someone took their sweet time."
