Never knew it had to be this wayA Story by SimplyDisastrousBullying is a terrible thing.Danny was making his way home through a dark alley when it happened. He was struck from behind, a fist landing smack dab in the back of his back. The powerful blow sent him flying into the nearest fence and sliding to the ground, his books and bag scattering across the muddy pavement. With blood dripping from his lower lip onto his shirt, He looked up hesitantly to face his attacker. His eyes widened in fear. It was Scott. Scott, who had enjoyed picking on him since they were both in the same seventh grade glass. What was he to do? If he ran Scott would surely catch up to him, but if he stayed where he was...well, Scott would have his way with him. "What...what do you want?" Danny whispered. Scott didn't reply. He merely smiled devilishly down at him. "Look," Danny tried again, his voice high with hysteria. "I'm sure we can-" He didn't have time to finish, for Scott grabbed him up by the front of his shirt, pulled his hair back, and mashed his face against the fence. "I always knew you were a little Homo," Scott hissed, slamming Danny's lanky body down on the ground. Danny cried out in agony, trying desperately to scramble from underneath Scott's heavy body mass. But Scott wasn't having any of that. He clamped one of his boots down onto his frightened opponent's back and pressed down hard. "F**k!" Danny screeched, as Scott's metal bottomed boots sunk into his skin, drawing blood. He could almost feel his spine start to split. "You know," Scott paused, looking down at him, his mouth upturned in an evil grin. "Dan, you should probably get up". He laughed bitterly, a sound so hollow and humorless it made Danny squirm, then added "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that you were...a little caught up at the moment". With that, Scott grabbed him up by the back of his collar and turned him in a position where he could see his face. Through blood encrusted lips, Danny said hoarsely "Why...why are you doing this?" A look of mock consideration crossed Scott's face, then, "Because I can", upon raising his fist, smashing it into what was left of Danny's bloody figure of a nose. Scott dropped him to the floor then. His eyes traveled from his bloody hands, shirt, to his unconscious opponent on the ground. A couple minutes passed, an hour, before Scott stopped looking at his opponent, and rummaged through his pocket, found just what he was looking for. Danny was stirring now, attempting to raise his body from the ground with his hands. He failed, his body flopping back down. Scott went completely still for a moment. "Where...where am I?" Danny's muffled voice could be heard. He didn't seem to remember anything. Scott ignored his question, and instead said "Here, let me help you". Danny sat up slowly, extended his hand to Scott hesitantly. "Thanks," He said, when Scott had embraced his hand. "But you mind telling me""He didn't get to finish, for Scott had
raised the gun he was holding, aimed it to the middle of his face, and
fired repeatedly, never stopping until he was lying a puddle of his own
blood, put out of his misery. © 2010 SimplyDisastrousAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on June 18, 2010 Last Updated on June 18, 2010 AuthorSimplyDisastrousHartford, CTAboutHey. I used to be on here alot when I was 15. Now, not so much. I'm 18 now and I'm not nearly as depressing as I used to be, but still depressing enough. Message me and feel free to read my old poems... more..Writing
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