~In Gym Class, Time skip, cus School is boring~
I put on my gym clothes in the boys locker room. Our gym clothes consisted of a white Shirt and a pair of red shorts. It was a warm day out, so we'd probably be playing outside today, I feel someone hit my back hard, I turn around to face the culprit. Tristan was grinning at me.
"Ready Zee?" He asked. I nodded, Hayden behind the brunette. All the other boys in class filing outside the door that lead from the locker room to outside. Tristan hauled me up, getting me onto my feet as we exited outdoors. Continuing to follow the rest of the boys until, Hayden stopped, pulling me behind, the other boys kept walking, All but Him, me and..Wheres Tristan?
Hayden's arms where firmly around my waist, my face to his chest as he held onto me tightly. The rest of the class turning the corner. He was crying too, trembling.
"H-Hayden-? whats wrong?!" I asked, a little freaked out by his action. He released one of his arms, now using the now free one to cover my mouth.
"Z-Zenon-" He spoke quietly, like I imagined he would, this being the first time I heard his voice. "I-I'm sorry.."
For what??
Tristan came out of the nearby woods, a tree branch in his hand, a dark expression plastered on his face. I couldn't see that though as the branch in his hand strikes my back, a whimper coming from me and Hayden, as it his his hand in the process.
"You know what, 'princess'?" Tristan said, a harsh, terrifying tone in his voice. It shook me as I clinged onto Hayden's shirt. "Your really, really stupid. I really hate how well you can just 'Open up to people' you know, like your problems, Your mom, Your dads drinking problem, Your little brothers stupidity, the way OOH! He got sick! What am I gonna do?! FEEL BAD!?"
-He strikes my back again-
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU CANT F_CKING MAKE ME!!" He yelled, continuously hitting me, tears rolling down my cheeks. "YOUR NOT A D_MN ANGEL ZENON! NOT EVERYONE CARES ABOUT YOU!!"
He didn't stop, he just kept striking, tearing my shirt, ripping my skin into painful slashes, Hayden beginning to sob into my hair. I couldn't cry though, I couldn't yell, I couldn't scream Like I wanted to. Would it just show weakness? Oh right, I couldn't Even if I wanted to! Eventually however, his arm got tired, and he stopped, Grinning, like a mad man.
"Well I'm done" Tristan said, Throwing the st- Weapon to the ground, a dark Sadistic expression fuming him "lets get to class Hayden, we gotta tell the teacher Zenon's skipping"
Hayden whimpered as Tristan made his way towards where the class was.
"Are you coming Hayden?" He asked Darkly. Hayden wiped his tears.
"I-In a s-second" He stuttered.
"Well fine by me" Tristan walked away, Hayden's grip loosened, My shirt still torn on my back, He uncovered my mouth finally, a short wince escaping my throat. Painful sobs making there way out. "I-I'm gonna take you in the locker room okay?"
I nod weakly, my friend taking me back inside, placing me down to sit on the floor in front of the locker. Hayden opens his locker and grabs out a spare shirt. He wipes his tears away.
"H-Here- c-change, I-I can't stay behind here.. I'm sorry, just... G-Get some r-rest" He hands it to me and solemnly ran out behind Tristan.
I never noticed how eerie the locker room was when it was empty, any move I'd make it echoed, and how symmetric it was, the lights, the tiles, the lockers, all set off a creepy feeling, now that feeling made me feel small, it seemed like the lockers where growing on me. I reached behind myself, gently touching one of the tears of my skin, a wince coming out of my mouth, I looked to see the results, blood. The door on the other side of the locker room came open, yet I didn't see it from the other side of the lockers. (two sections of lockers Zenon's in the second section by the door) Gradually footsteps where heard coming my direction, a silhouette in the doorway.
"Zenon?"
