| a boy stuck between who he was, who he has become & who he could be |
Plinio Murray or as he prefers to be called, Nio, is a bully. He picks fights with anyone for no reason. He is cruel. His face is scarred. He is savage. His hits nearly killed a...
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salvos aptissimum "Survival of the fittest"
Plinio's POV:
There are various times when I feel a strong urge to hug the dead Darwin for his famous phrase, 'survival of the fittest'.
And there also comes the time when I want to stab all the doctors for treating a patient. I mean, what's the point in saving someone who is going to die anyways? When the patient isn't the fittest, then why try to save him?
Alas, we all are damn well hypocrites.
Whatever Darwin presented in the nineteenth century is put aside just to read and to awe. Even in this twenty first century, his theory remains too good to implement.
However, I don't want to just read and awe. Where's the benefit in that?
Therefore I skip Mr. Harrison's class of history everyday and do something that actually benefits me; smoking cigarettes in the parking lot.
Our school doesn't have an open air parking. It has an underground system with a total of six security cameras. I enter the area stealthily through the back door and hide behind my car, GMC Sierra. I park it especially there because the camera can't catch me resting at that place. This isn't the perfect corner to hide but it's better than listening to Mr. Harrison's lame historical preferences.
My white colored, old GMC Sierra 1989 doesn't provide a comfortable spot to lie against however I can relish every puff of smoke with her. She is kind of cheap and pretty much busted but only she provides me with shelter.
And this battered Sierra is a beautiful example of survival of the fittest.
Once my thirst for smoke feels somewhat quenched, I crush it to death under my boots and head inside for the last period.
I walk through the school hallway where the walls are white and lockers are black. Only the laughing students add colors to the atmosphere. But it still fails to cheer me up. Most of the people say that a child's smile can melt even a stone hearted man. Looks like I'm too numb to feel anything anymore.
My cold persona intimidates others that's why they automatically make way for me. Ever since I have started coming back to school last year, they prefer not to touch me even by mistake.
Good for them at least.
I pull my grey beanie over my ears and walk with a brisk speed to warm me up.
SLAM!
A putatively blind and certifiably illiterate boy comes from somewhere in the left and crashes into me. A sharp pain radiates from my week old bruise on my chest. It must be bleeding again.
Both of us lose our balance and stumble. However, only he falls down and I get a hold of myself. As I expected, the students around us stop to watch and whisper. They all know me, except for this buttinsky. He is still unaware of the poisonous body he has encroached.
I observe his movements as he is sitting on the floor, gathering the few pages that have fallen along with him. He is slim and white, like me, but his cheeks are rosy. He must be fed well at home. There is a thin line of a newly grown, light haired moustache above his lips and he is constantly biting those lips.
The mess of curly black hair on his head reminds me of my own hair. Except that mine is brown and not even a centimeter long. I keep my head unfailingly shaved. It is one of a few things that I don't procrastinate.
Dusting his jeans, the busybody finally gets up and slides his bag on his shoulder.
"Don't run in the hallways, dude." He still has not seen me and I snicker inwardly as he advises me.
When the silence around us finally reaches his ears and he is done dressing himself up, he peers at me. He gets stunned for a minute and his mouth hangs open on its own accord. Cautiously, he takes a step back.
"Oh, N-Nio..." He trembles under my burning gaze.
"Yeah, me." I scoff. "Are you really blind or you just act like one?"
He scratches his forehead nervously and looks around. He has probably sensed for what's to come and is now looking for someone to rescue him.
Fucking weakling. He can't even defend himself. How will he survive once he graduates?
"How old are you?" I step towards him and brush away some dust from his shoulder with my long slender but bruised fingers.
"Fift-" He shakes his head. "Turned s-sixteen last month."
"Looks like you forgot your age as well as your manners." I click my tongue with dismay taking a step back.
"Actually we b-both bumped into each other. Y-you and I both were running in the h-hallway." He states as if quoting some text of his rulebook.
"Stubborn, aren't you?" I crack my knuckles.
"Or maybe just copying you?" He replies monotonously without a single stutter this time.
His sudden bold response shocks me much but he is far more shocked than I am when my fist lands on his cheek and he crumples on the floor.
Surprisingly, this isn't it for him and he decides to backfire. He trips me on the floor and I fall flat on my face beside him. I taste blood in my mouth and my chest hurts more than it already was.
The students gathered around us gasp with shock. All I asked for was a simple apology from this dickhead as he ran into me first. But he wanted a good dose of beating for himself.
I hear a crack from his bleeding nose.
A bruise is forming under his left eye too.
Either way, I am the asshole.
I am Plinio Murray and I am nothing but a bully.
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A/N
Bam, bam, bam! Here I am! I'm so excited to be be back once again and this story is really one of a kind. I just have a sincere request to not read this story if you find it triggering. Bullying shouldn't be taken lightly. Speak up if you're facing it at any place. Talk to someone because you are not alone.
Remember that you deserve to live and to be loved.
I have said this before and will repeat it, I AM NOT PROMOTING ANY KIND OF BULLY WHETHER BE CYBER, PHYSICAL OR MENTAL.
