The one without a name

Chapter 1

Warning- a bit of blood loss here

Running is the easy part

"Fuck!" I yell as I run faster to the bus, looking like a penguin carrying a backpack. Last night, David crushed my throat causing it to be all sore and a light shade of purple. He also gave me a present, a few kicks to the stomach and one kidney kick. So when I tell you I'm waddling like a penguin, I really do mean it.

Finally catching up to the waiting bus, I stiffly climb the three steps into the crowd of students. They all look bored or annoyed, and I bow my head, walking to the middle of the bus where empty seats loom. I choose one on the left, number 12, a seat I sit in almost daily.

I numbly sit down, setting my backpack down next to me. I plug in my headphones, attempting to drown out the voices of the students who I've seen at least a hundred times before.

Like a routine, our bus stops at a few more neighborhoods before pulling up to the school. I stay in my seat, knowing most students are in the ally fighting to make their way off the bus. Having seen it a few dozen times, I don't bother and continue looking out the window until I'm sure it's less occupied in the ally.

Getting off the bus is the easy part, and once that is done I sigh to myself knowing what's to come. Due to not having much friends, I have no one to hang out with before school starts, so I head to first period to chill by myself.

Luckily, my first period is orchestra, and its just at the entrance of the school to the left and up a flight of stairs.

The next few hours go by, and I walk to each one in an attempt not to draw attention to myself and my wounds. But after lunch, after sitting with my one friend Kendra, we both walk to gym class together.

Kendra and I have three periods back to back. Well, only if you count the second one being lunch. She is the only soul who I've ever told about my past and knows the trouble I go through at home.

So today, as we walk to the gym, she gives me a worrying look as she knows I can't do much activity. So I give her the biggest grin I can to ease her thoughts, but a swell of nervousness flips over in my stomach.

Upon approaching the gym, we both walk straight towards the gym teacher. Mr. Waller is one of my favorite teachers in this building, and he is usually very caring. He may be a nice guy, but he likes to push people out of their comforts and has his days where he can be mean. Although it's a hard convince for him to let me sit out, it is doable when your liked. And Mr. Waller loves me.... Possibly.

"Mr. Waller!" I say with a slight sing songy voice, trying to lighten the mood before I throw this at him.

He is just done loading a cart full of basketballs, volleyballs, and other equipment from the juniors and seniors who play ball during lunch.

He smiles when he hears me coming and yells at me in a sarcastically mean voice "What do you want?"

I stick my tongue at him and push the cart behind him as he starts waking towards the locked doors with other equipment stored in it. "I had another boxing accident last night, and I may have to take it easy again today."

It wasn't a complete lie, but not the complete truth either. For the past 3 months, everytime David hurts me too painfully, my excuse usually is within the lie of having gotten my ass handed to me during a spar.

Because David owns the town boxing gym, it's easy to persuade people it's the truth. And when they don't believe me, specifically gym teachers, David writes a note to prove that boxing is the reason. But he and I both know he's the reason I'm so broken.