The only thing I felt up against my rib cage was shoes. It felt like with each shoe hitting my rib cage, my bones were cracking. The pain was intensifying too. I'm pretty much vulnerable right now. I could faintly hear the shouts of my classmates yelling at me. Them calling me ugly names as they were hitting my chest, my head and my stomach. I slowly looked up at them before another shoe kicked me in the head and I started to feel blood dripping out of my mouth, nose and head. Then I felt a shoe pressing down on my chest and I tried to gulp some air. Right then, I thought I was going to die.
"Stupid bitch. Who does he think he is?" One guy said.
"I know. He walks around all big and bad, but in reality, he's all talk." Another guy said.
"Yeah. He's a dog that only barks, but doesn't bite." The third one said.
"People like him disgust me. They need to be taught a lesson." The fourth one finally said.
I laid on the cold floor, practically shaking while blood poured out of my mouth and nose. I can barely see or even hear. My bones feel like they're ready to collapse. I really don't want to die today. I hadn't even planned on it.
"C'mon! Get up! Can't you fight?" The first guy said.
"Yeah. Get your ass up, faggot." The second guy said, kicking me in the stomach.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach, moaning.
"Pfft. What a disappointment. He didn't even put up a good fight." The third one said.
"Hey...do you hear that?" The fourth guy said.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here!" The first guy said then all four of them ran out of the locker room, leaving me to die.
"Takeo? Takeo!" I heard the gym coach say as he ran over to me then looked me over.
"What the hell happened? Who did this to you?" He asked.
I slowly looked at the gym coach before my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I passed out. After that, i'm not sure what happened.
***
"Takeo. Takeo, wake up, honey."
I heard the faint voice of my mom."
"Son. Can you open up your eyes for us?" I heard my dad say.
Slowly, I opened up my purple eyes to see my parents hovering over me. Then, I started to look around the room.
I'm not in the boy's locker room anymore, I thought. I guess when I passed out, the coach took me straight to the nurse's office. I seriously thought I had died in his arms, but i'm glad I didn't.
Finally, I looked back at my parents.
"Takeo, do you know who did this to you?"
I avoided her question then I started to sit up. My mom went into action to prevent me from sitting up.
"You should lay back down. You're hurt."
"I'm fine." I mumbled.
I sat up completely then felt my face. I had bandages on my cheek, my nose and my forehead. Then, I felt my stomach. I winced a little bit at the pain. I really hope my bones aren't broken.
"The nurse said your bones aren't broken. They're just bruised. Once you get some rest, you'll be back on your feet in no time." My mom explained with a smile.
I nodded then sighed.
"We should get home so you can rest." My dad said.
That's when the nurse walked into the room and walked up to me and my parents.
"Takeo, do you know what happened?"
Jesus. It seems like everybody is going to be hounding me with this question till I answer.
I sighed, a little annoyed.
"I..."
Then I remembered the no snitching rule. If I told on the guys, they'll beat me up again for sure. To be honest, i'm not quite sure what happened. It happened all so fast. All I can remember is that I tried to get through them to get to my gym locker as they were changing and I guess they were pretty mad that I didn't want to apologize for bumping into them so they jumped me.
"Takeo, you need to tell us." My mom said.
"Yeah, son. If you're worried about snitching-" My dad started.
"I'm not worried about anything okay!? I just wanna go home!" I shouted then I immediately felt pain in my stomach.
"Oh, be careful." The nurse said.
I gritted my teeth.
"Maybe we should take him home so he can rest." My mom suggested.
"I agree. Rest first then you can worry about who did it later." The nurse said.
Finally, I thought.
***
Throughout the car ride, I was silent. I didn't want to talk to anybody about what happened. I just wanted to forget about it. I gently closed my eyes so I can rest a little bit until memories started to flood back into my mind about what happened.
"Watch where you're going!"
"Hey! Why don't you say sorry!"
"What for?"
"You bumped into us!"
"Yeah! It's common curtsey that you apologize."
I laughed. "Common curtsey? You guys are jokes."
"Jokes? Is everything a joke to you?"
"I heard you got into a fight with a third year the other day. What's wrong with you? Do you get hard off of picking fights?"
"I think he needs to be taught a lesson."
I smirked. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do?"
"This!" One of the guys swung at me and hit me in the face, causing me to collapse onto the ground.
After that, I started to see my life flashing before my very eyes.
I sighed as I tried to shake the memory from my mind then I opened up my eyes and looked out the window. When we got home, I went straight to my room to take a nap. I took a bunch of pain killers that knocked me out cold and I wasn't sure how long I was gonna sleep for, but I hoped that maybe I wouldn't wake up.
***
After my nap ended, I got up and left my room to see if mom or dad fixed something to eat. I walked down the stairs and started to walk into the living room when I heard them talking. I hid around the corner so they wouldn't see me, but I could see them.
"We're going to have to send him to another school." My mom said.
"Another one? This will be his fourth one in two months. I swear this boy needs to stop causing trouble. I can't afford to always pick him up from school because of some mess."
"What do you suppose we do then? We can't just let him keep going to this school, knowing that someone might jump him again. I can't bare to see him so hurt and vulnerable like that again." My mom said.
"I know. I know." My dad said, hugging her.
"If only we could home school him, but we both work."
"Maybe we can hire a tutor?" My dad suggested.
"Maybe...Why don't we just send him to another school and if he has problems at this school too then we can get him a tutor."
"Sounds like a plan."
I sighed as I pressed my back against the wall. They're sending me to another school. Part of me feels relieved, but another part of me feels bad that i'm putting my parents through all this. I can't do this anymore. I have to change and that means I have to start being an outcast at my new school. No more socializing, no more picking fights, no more nothing because I really don't want to be home schooled.
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