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     i hadn't meant to have a complete break down at school, but there i was, gasping for breath through my tears in a locked bathroom stall as henry bowers and his goons beat on the door and screamed nasty words at me.
     "throw yourself off a fucking bridge, you fucking waste of space. ugly ass faggot!" henry screamed through the door, his harsh voice echoing off the cinder block walls.
     i dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, trying to stop the flowing tears. i had to get to class, but there was no way i would be able to get passed all four of them.
     "come on out here, fairy boy," patrick taunted, rapping on the door with his knuckles. "it'll be quicker this way."
victor kicked the door; it rattle violently on its hinges. i shrunk back.
i knew they were right; we did this at least once a week. if i just left the stall it'd be quicker. still painful, but quicker.
the loser's always questioned where all the bruises came from, but i couldn't tell them. they'd try to help me, because they thought i was too weak to fight for myself, but they'd end up getting hurt too. i couldn't do that to them. i didn't want their help anyway.
i swallowed my pride and stood up, shakily walking over to the bathroom door.
     "good job," belch cooed from outside the door.
     my stomach churned, and i unlocked the door.
they had me in their grasp in an instant, slamming me against the wall.
henry trailed his finger down my face. "you're are pretty little fag, aren't you?" he mused, grinning.
     "i need to get to class," i told them firmly through my tears.
     "well," patrick purred. "we don't want you to go to class."
    "yeah," victor hissed. "stay here and have some fun with us." he wiggles his eyebrows.
i attempted to remove myself from their grasp as the bell rang, signaling the last period of the day.
they slammed me back up against the wall, and my head snapped back. i saw stars.
i sank down to the floor, gasping heavily for air.
i cried out in pain as belch reared his foot back and kicked me in the ribs. i curled in on myself, wrapping my arms around me, as multiple kicks hit my torso, legs, and even my face at one point.
blood was oozing from my busted lip and nose, and i could feel bruises already forming on my body.
one of the boys roughly lifted me to my feet, pinning me to the wall before slamming his fist into my face.
through a half closed blackening eye, i could see henry bowers' scowling face.
"please stop," i begged. i just wanted to go to the nurse and get an icepack and wait until it was time to go home. i assumed that there was about thirty minutes of class left. so thirty minutes left of dying.
"i don't think so, faggot," henry snapped, his hands circling my throat.
this was new.
i began to panic as my airway was cut off; i couldn't breathe. i clawed at his hands, trying to remove them from my throat. it was no use. my eyesight started getting hazy, and then all i saw was black.

     "get the fuck off him!" i heard somebody yell. it sounded so far away. i tried to open my eyes, but it was no use.
     however, i could breathe again, so that was something.
     i felt cool hands touching my face, and could hear a lot of people yelling.
     "eds, can you hear me?" it was richie's voice, unusually soft and caring.
     "'chee?" i breathed through dry, numb lips.
     "oh god eds, are you ok?" he asked me shakily.
     i was finally able to open my eyes; everything was blurry and my eyes were watery.
     i could finally hear the what the  screaming was about. it was bill, stanley, and mike all but punching henry and his friends.
     "what happened?" i questioned.
     i felt richie's hands brush against my chest, and i looked down confused. he was buttoning up the top buttons of my shirt.
     but why was it unbuttoned- oh. i knew why it was unbuttoned.
     i started crying softly, and richie pulled me into his chest.
     "awh, look at the little faggot cry," henry mocked me in a baby voice.
     "don't call him that!" mike snarled.
     "well he is," victor growled. "he's a fucking fairy."
     i sobbed harder into richie's chest; he held me tighter and rubbed my back.
     "we don't care," stanley's cold voice rang out.
     "y-yeah, h-he's still our f-friend," bill told them defiantly.
     i smiled through my tears, praying they were being truthful and not just telling them that just so they'd leave me alone.
      henry let out an annoyed sigh, but the four of them walked out of the bathroom, leaving me with my friends.
     they slowly walked over to me and richie. i buried my face in his chest; i hated when i cried like this. this is why they thought i was weak.
     to my great surprise, the three of them pulled richie and i into a group hug. my heart swelled with warmth and happiness.
     "th-thanks guys," i sobbed.
     "no problem eds," mike reassured me, patting my head.
     i sniffled, leaning my head on the crook of richie's shoulder. his arms were around my shaking frame in an instant.
     "it's ok baby," he whispered in my ear. 
     i swallowed thickly. "thank you guys. you didn't have to do that."
     "eddie i thought you were dead," stanley told me bluntly. "we weren't going to leave you just lying there."
     "oh," i breathed.
     "c-come on. s-school was over f-fifteen minutes ago. l-let's go eat!" bill said.
     we all chuckled, but richie wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we all began walking towards our favorite diner.
     i smiled up at richie. "thank you."