Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
*Flash! Flash! Flash!*
A light shined on my closed eyelids. I tried putting my hands up but something restrained them. I tried to open my eyes but my head hurt too much to even try. 
*Flash! Flash! Flash!*
This time I was getting annoyed and forced my eyes open. I didn't realize at the time that I would regret that decision seconds later. I watched as Token and Clyde laughed at my written and bruised figure. Once again the tears started as they snapped more and more pictures. "That's enough." They both stopped and straightened themselves. "Kay! We have enough pictures of this fag anyway!" Clyde laughed as he nudged Token. Token grinned unbound my hands and walked out the bathroom door with Clyde. 
                          
I cried in silence only to realize Craig was still there. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. His dead blue eyes looking at me. Boreing into me. Killing me. He too a step closer to me at this my eyes widened and I scooted away until I hit the wall "PLEASE DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE!!" He stopped at that one step. His dead blue eyes not leaving my green eyes as he took a step back. We stared at each other for what seemed like hours until he suddenly just left.
                          
I shakily stood up and looked around the bathroom for anything that looked or closely resembled a first aid kit. I of course couldn't find any leaving me with toilet paper to heal my wounds. I know I should have gone to the nurses but she would have notified my parents and that would leave them to come here and and "GAH TO MUCH PRESSURE!!" I screamed as I tugged at my messy blonde hair. With that tiny panic attack I walked out of the bathroom and back home. 
                          
~Later that evening~
I unlocked my front door and walked into my house. Locking the door just in case my bullies returned for a second round. With this I trudged into the bathroom not caring to lock the door since my parents where away to take care of a sick relative in New York for a couple of weeks. "Why couldn't I -NGH- go with them?" I asked myself as I slowly and painfully walked to my bedroom. I looked out my window realizing it was already night. 'How long did I black out?' I thought to myself as I quickly pulled my feet up incase any gnomes thought about biting me. I stared at my ceiling covered in glow in the dark stars. I smiled as I remembered the good old days when I had no bullies. My eyes slowly closed as the memories flooded into my worn down mind. 
                          
*crash!* 
My eyes snapped open as I heard a crash come from downstairs.