Me Leading to "Me"

The Crumpled Paper

The song of this part:

"When people cannot put a curb on their secret tendecies It comes out that we are not that innocent creatures."

A Week Later
Life's too strange when you suddenly have an epiphany about everything passes despite hustle and bustle of our lives. My life is getting better compared to what I went through last week. Somebody is knocking on the door. I'm opening the door and Sarah is across from me.

"How are you doing honey? You didn't even gimme a call all weekend so I thought it would be a great start to walk you to school after a-week-break."

"I don't feel like getting to school. Perhaps I need to find an excuse again. What if one of those jerks told what they did to me braggingly? How can I cope with others' pitying looks at me? Or maybe they will be teasing about me, right?"

"I can guarantee you nobody knows anything. Even so you are not the one who is supposed to be ashamed. If this comes out we will take care of it in favor of you. Already as long as you don't go there the rumour will mount. Don't worry nobody has a cleaner past than you have. Now no excuses get your ass! We're going."

Probably she's right. I need to get back to normal and adapt to my life. Maybe I can show those motherfuckers that I'm an invincible fag. What was gonna happen to me was unforeseeable. It's the same for now. Maybe I need to obey my rescuerer. I put my backpack on and headed to school. When we arrived We were in front of the gate. We were on the pavement looking at one another. I can depict it like pavement was heaven, school was hell and the border between school and the pavement was Limbo. We were definiteley in Limbo. We are neither blessed nor sinner. When we took the first step to school a crumpled paper ball hit my face. I bent over to get it off the ground. When I uncrumpled it It was saying in capitalized letters;

"WE'RE HOPING WE PLEASURED YOU, FAG!"