Körperverletzung

Eins

Pain erupted at your knees as you looked down at the concrete floor you landed on. You quickly look up to see the bullies you've grown to know standing above you. Transferring schools your senior year isn't easy for anybody, let alone when you look like such an outsider. Band shirts, ripped jeans from good will, the same old shoes you've had for 3 years. It also definitely didn't help that you're from America. Your german was terrible, but you had to move to Germany for your father's job. You quickly snap back to reality as you feel two hands on your shoulders, pushing you into the wall. You stare at them with your hands over your face instinctively trying to shield yourself from being hit as the boys rattle off words in german. Luckily, you didn't have any more class for the day as tears start to swell in your eyes. You picked up your backpack and phone with a new crack in it and walk slowly out of school, no energy to run off how you wish you could. You take your headphones out of your backpack and plug them into your phone, playing your favorite albums as you walked around the small neighborhood you were still a complete stranger to, despite being there for a month already.

You walked along the rail road tracks as a de-tour, not ready to go back to the prison of a home that awaits you. There's a cold breeze hitting the tears stuck in your eyes as you think about your old home, your mother you don't see anymore, your father's girlfriend that makes your life a living hell, your lack of friends.. and so on. You feel the tears finally Fall as you sit on the gravel by the tracks. You turn up the volume on your headphones as loud as possible in attempt to drown out your thoughts. You close your eyes, sitting and playing with the sleeve of your jacket before you feel a rumbling in the ground. You open your eyes, only to see a train getting closer and closer to where you were sitting. Your eyes widen, frozen in shock as you feel hands grab your backpack that is on you and yank you away from the tracks just in time. You take off your headphones, tears in eyes as you look at the boy who saved you.
"Was zum Teufel machst du? Du hättest sterben können!" A confused voice erupted from the boy next to you. The frustration of not knowing the language of where you live, your shitty home life, and your relentless school bullies finally catching up to you, you let out a loud sob and fold over on yourself, sniffing and coughing from crying.

"Was ist falsch?" His voice softens as he crouches down to you, taking your headphones from around your neck and setting them on the floor next to you where you sit. You look up to him with tears in your eyes, too blurry to even see what he looks like.

"I.. I-i don't understand german" you let out with a shaky voice. The man nods in understanding.

"I speak English, it's ok. You could've gotten yourself killed sitting there what's wrong?" He looks back to you, eyes softening.

"Everything." You huff out dramatically. He moves from a crouch to sit down on the floor directly in front of you."Tell me what's wrong." The boy says. You're hesitant to talk to him, because you've been in this country for an entire month and haven't met one person who's cared, let alone positively acknowledged you. You wiped your sleeve across your eyes to clear the tears, looking at the boy in front of you. He looked nice, making you smile internally. He has pretty blue eyes and black spiky hair. He has a very strangely shaped bag on his back, and is wearing all black. You clear your throat and begin to speak.

"I just moved here, I'm bullied every day, my father ignores my existence and his girlfriend makes my life hell." You stop to wipe your tears again. "I have no friends because I can't speak german." He nods at you in understanding. He suddenly smiles and stands up, offering his hand down to you to help you up.

"I'm your friend now. Let's go I have an idea." He said with a smile stretching ear to ear. You reluctantly take his hand and stand up. You both brush the dirt off of your pants and and you walk out of the alley with the train tracks to one of the main streets. He was definitely taller than you, maybe almost had a foot on you.