I'll Never Let You Win

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As I'm on my way to school the next day, I hear a shout behind me. Unaware of who it could be, I make the mistake of turning around. Strong arms grab my shoulders and push me to the floor, causing my head to fall back and hit it harder than the rest of me. A sharp pain sears through my skull and my vision goes fuzzy for a moment.

"You alright down there?" Ashley laughed at me, before spitting on my face, causing my eyeliner to go everywhere. "Aw shame about your face. Maybe try cosmetic surgery next time, I've heard the death rate is higher" He snarled, before strolling away, acting like nothing had happened. I sighed and heaved myself up with the little energy I had after consuming zero grams of food in the past 24 hours.

"Mr Biersack!" Miss Knight shouted at me, slapping a ruler on my desk. I jumped and looked up from what I was doing, absentmindedly writing out lyrics and a bass line for a song I'd never seen before.

"What?" I asked lazily, not wanting to be interrupted. Miss Knight silently walked away and gave me a 'I'll see you afterwards' glare. I just ignored her and carried on writing.

By the end of the lesson I'd finished the song, and somehow got a guitar riff and bass line for it. I tore the pages out of my history book and stuffed them in my pocket. I also decided against going to Miss Knight. "Oi faggie!" I heard Ashley call as he ran for me in the empty corridors. Everyone was in a lesson so I had no chance. Ashley grabbed me in a headlock that was tight enough to stop me from properly breathing, but not tight enough to kill me. I was kicking and clawing at him to let me go but it didn't work. I was thrown up against the tree and suddey faced with a very angry face inches from mine. He looked me up and down with the most judgemental stare I had ever seen, and then proceeded to knee my balls, causing me to collapse in pain. Ashley smirked and started to mess around. He knew I was weak and vulnerable, and he knew I would never tell anyone about him. Mostly because I have no one to tell. I felt a sharp shove in the side of my ribs and rolled over groaning to try and help the pain. "Aw, little baby emo fag. Trying to defend himself and be all big and grown up. Try again next time you freak!" Ashley said, again spitting at me. He bent down and reached into my pockets, clearly searching for money. Instead he got the song I'd done earlier. He unscrewed the paper, inspected both sides and put it into his pocket. My song, that I'd spent ages on. I barred my teeth and tried to calm myself down but it didn't work. As Ashley was walking away I grabbed his shoulder and punched him in the eye with as much force as I could muster; which apparently was a lot. "You fucking twat!" Ashley shouted at me, spinning around to face me. We stood there staring at each other until I gave up and left.

On my way home, I encountered a minor mishap. Ashley's group of friends were stood waiting for me, with the look of 'you're going to pay' plastered across their faces. I gulped slowly, preparing myself for the worst.