Worse Beatings

How did I end up here...

How long has it been? I don't even know, I've been in the same position that bastard left me in for so long, so long that I lost all sense of time whatsoever.

Mr. Anthony's nephew, he already knew, he already knew who I really am, that my true justification for choosing his alliance is a lot more simple than I have explained.

He also knew I'd go through lengths to protect this alliance, he knew, yet he doesn't tell his uncle, well I guess I should be thankful for that.

I wouldn't know how to react if he found out who I am, if he realises that I'm not the Ghost the game knows me by. I'm just a man, a man who made foolish mistakes in his youth.

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My school years were horrible, I'd rather stay in a nightmare forever than to relive my school years.

I still have no idea what they have against me. If they didn't like how I look, just don't look at me, if they didn't like how I talk, just don't talk to me, I don't mind.

Yet they still have to, they still have to do those horrible things to me.

"Yooooo where are you going Harrington?" A voice I fucking despise, all I could hear from him is words to ridicule me with his friends, I'm entertainment to them apparently.

And also, I'm going home, dickhead, is that not obvious enough?

"Yo turn your head when you're being called out dude." He forcefully jerked my shoulders backwards, causing me to drop down on my ass.

"Woah you're that keen on a conversation that you're already seated? Hell yea dude we love that." He said with a derisive smirk, apparently that was a very funny joke, everyone behind him laughed hysterically.

"Hey listen man, got a few more work for you, and I know you're a nice guy, you'll complete them all for your dear friend, me right?" He said while slapping stacks and stacks of paper onto my face.

"Do your own homework man..." It's a weak retaliation from me, there's nothing I can do then after all, I'm alone.

"Huh? You know I can't do that man, if I were to do my own homework, how would I have time to talk with you my friend?" That's supposed to be another funny joke, everyone laughed except for me, is this high school humour? If it is, I don't get it at all.

"Dude do ours too." A female student behind him threw her books at me, it landed on my head and it hurts.

"Ow." Just a regular response to pain.

"Woah shit, was that painful buddy?" He knelt down towards me and placed his dirty hands that smells like cigarettes on my head, acting all friendly as if inspecting whether I'm hurt.

"Dude that sucks man, there's a huge wound up here." He says while pressing his nail deep into my forehead, creating a wound that didn't existed before.

"Argh!" I exclaimed in pain and tried to push his hands away, but he's a fit jock and I'm nobody, I don't have the strength to resist.

"Oh shit sorry man, didn't know it'd hurt that much, I was just trying to see it." A sarcastic remark from him, everyone guffawed again.

I feel so ridiculed, and this is pretty much everyday...I can't handle it anymore.

"Dude, you're gonna need medical attention, can your parents even afford that?" Presumably his girlfriend spoke with a vape in her hand.

"Yo babe don't say that, he only got a mom, no daddy."

"Aw that's so sad."

If that's so sad, be more sympathetic and considerate, you asshole.

I reached into my pocket. This is why I brought this with me today, I can't handle them anymore, I just hadn't had the guts to use it. Now that they've pushed me to a breaking point, I'm using it.

"Yeah. Buddy you should probably tell your mom to consider adult industry I'd pay good money to see tha-"

I lunged forward, took out the compass needle from my pocket and thrusted it straight at his face.

"ARGH WHAT THE FUCK!" He took several steps back upon impact, covering his nose with his hands, but I can still see the blood dripping out.

"Oh my god are you okay?"

"Dude you good?"

"AHHH MY NOSE, THAT DICK BROKE MY FUCKING NOSE!"

"Yo back off! psychopath."

Having friends must be good, they're clearly in the wrong, yet I can't help but feel like the psychopath when they condemn me like this in unison.

I hung my head and stared down at my hand, it was stained with his blood, I had my revenge, these guys just got what they deserved, right?

I turned and sprinted the hell out of there, leaving all the homework they had thrown at me on the ground.

But he caught up to me, pulled on my hair and dropped me on the ground yet again.

"Where the fuck are you going you little shit." His right hand still covering his bloody nose, but he only needed one hand to put me to the ground.

"Psycho!"

"Lunatic."

I received continuous insults and rapid kicks from him and his friends, I was completely helpless on the ground.

I don't know their names, they're not worthy of even having a name for me, they're not human. Every kick that landed didn't make me more angry, it made me realise more and more just how small I am.

The kicks made me realise the world is ugly, and there's nothing I can do about it but to endure.

Even after they left, I was unable to get up, I could only writh in the puddle of my own blood until my mom eventually found me and carried me home.

That exact feeling, completely beaten up, completely drained of energy, my entire body felt broken, muscles felt torn, bones felt shattered, and I'm left without anyone around me. Just lying, writhing in my blood.

It's here again, except no one came, no one's coming to pick me up, no one's sending me home.

I'm pathetic, if it wasn't for you, Mr. Anthony, I wouldn't have picked myself back up.