WHAM!
The sharp, aching pain stabbed the back of my head as I was thrown against the locker. I slumped down to the floor, bruises covering my face, the taste of blood sitting heavy in my mouth.
"Stay down, dog."
"I'm no dog..."
I could hardly stand up. Tarro, the tall kid cornering me, was grinning.
"Get him, Tarro!" cheered his friends.
Another punch came my way. The millionth one I'd gotten that day. My head lolled to the side, face shrieking in pain, as I was pulled up by the collar. 369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYdLU2r8bcI
The final punch. One that would knock me out after about dozens and dozens of fights. Fights that happened all because of... because of what?369Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdErMKWDIML
Why me? What did I do? I had nothing Tarro or his friends wanted. So why would they target me?
Why would they make this poor student who just wanted to get by in his life suffer?
And then... all the anger that I had inside started to seep out, along with tears.
"PUT ME DOWN! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT, I DON'T HAVE IT, FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHAT DID I EVEN DO?!"
"SHUT UP!" Tarro barked.
That was the last thing that was said before a fist hit my bruised jaw, and I was out.
"In the damn nurse's office again," I muttered, staring down at the covers.
Hours passed, and I was by myself, sitting to reflect on everything that'd happened.
Every day, I just walked into the school building, and then the bullying started. It was never-ending. Being cornered by the lockers, bruised and beaten while just trying to make it to the next class, barely even being able to stand up so my limp, pathetic body had to crawl, until I was slammed into the floor again, all of it happened every. Day.
And it always ended with me being in the nurse's office.
What did the school do? Nothing. My parents? Nothing. It was always, oh, maybe you just deserve it. Look at your sibling, she doesn't get bullied because she's actually worthy of respect.
"Tch! 'Respect' my ass." I was their son, yet that was how I was treated?
I was tired of this. No more! I'd spent over a decade being treated like a damn pile of trash! All for nothing!
I slammed my fist into the mattress of the bed, breathing heavily.
Suddenly, voices came from outside the curtain that shielded me from the rest of the cruel world.
"You see this kid? He ended up on the news for nearly throwing these kids off the school roof! He's wild!" one student said.
"There's even a video?" their friend replied.
A small pause followed.
"DANG! He nearly, almost did it! He was close! The bullies were almost over the ledge!"
If I could hurl my bullies around like that…
"Hm." I looked up thoughtfully.
The images, small pieces of, well, a rather pleasing, satisfying image formed in my head. I wasn't ashamed of it, not at all, no matter how wrong it would've seemed to others.
I left school that day, plastering a note on Tarro's desk in one of the classrooms before exiting.
Okay, what I was about to do was probably really obvious from the second I did it. But only Tarro had seen the note, and surprisingly, he listened to the note and told nobody about this.
But this worked. Taking a page out of "that kid's" book was the only thing I could think of that would end the pain.
What? It wasn't the worst idea. I could've done worse things.
I stood at the rooftop --- somewhere no students were allowed to go, but screw that --- waiting for Tarro and his gang to show up. If they would.
If they were stupid enough.
"Any day now..."
I looked up when the sound of footsteps resounded. The wind picked up, blowing through both my hair and Tarro's.
Surprisingly, none of his friends were with him.
"You're really following what happened on the news yesterday?" he asked. "Crazy."
"You were dumb enough show up," I snapped, stepping forward. No need to fear anything now...
Still, the memories of being thrown and beat flashed through my mind. I swallowed. No, fear wasn't an option.
"I showed up because I'm not gonna lose. You could be hurled over in a second." He nodded to the rail I'd been leaning on. "And I'm getting sick of you. Might as well off you now."
SICK OF ME? I was sick of him!
I gritted my teeth and lunged forward, even if it was idiotic. But Tarro wouldn't go near the rails.
The first punch was thrown -- a swing and a miss. Tarro slammed his fist into my jaw, a classic uppercut. Pain sprouted quickly in my jaw, and I winced. But I held strong.
He charged forward, pushing me with immense force. My back was slammed against the rail in a split second. No, no! With all my strength, I dragged him by the arm and slammed him against the railing. Damn it, I didn't have enough energy to push him over. But he was taller, the railing only being a bit below his chest --- the school really needed higher railings -- so there's a chance...
All the times this kid hurt me, belittled me, none of it was fair. He deserved this.
I shoved him over, but not before he also gripped me to take me with him.
No, NO!
There we were, spiraling in the air. My heart pounded, life flashing before my eyes.
I couldn't die! I just needed this monster gone!
Tears filled my eyes, and I just... didn't know what to do.
"YOU DESERVE THIS!" I shouted. "FOR ALL THE TIMES YOU BERATED ME, SLAMMED ME AGAINST THE WALL, HUMILIATED ME, YOU REALLY DO DESERVE THIS, MONSTER!"
He didn't get to reply, because we would hit the ground in five seconds.
My pathetic life would end in... five seconds.
Is this really all I could do? All I could do was fail the second I tried to fight back?
I looked down, counting down.
"Three...
Two...
One."
The End.
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