Why Me?
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Hi. Im... My names not important. I'm just another fucked up and bullied teenager in this hell of highschool, right? As I walked along the halls of this hell, I heard someone yell my name loudly. "Shit" I mumbled as I ran. I sped around the corner and entered the bathroom. I locked myself in the stall as my follower entered. I held my breath as their shadow stopped in front of my stall. "Jimmy..." The owner of the shadow chuckled evily and knocked on the door. I clenched my eyes shut as I heard the person climbing into the stall carefully. I let out a few sobs as the figure's shoes landed carefully on the hard tile floor. "Look at me" the person growled, grabbing my hair and yanking my head up to lock eyes with a young male. He glared and my face suddenly felt on fire as he slapped me. He dropped me and started kicking me as I curled up in a ball and sobbed quietly. As he kicked me in the face I shut my eyes and wondered, 'why me?' ...
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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