No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in.
But, we feel like we do, when we make fun of him.
'Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
'Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong.
It's not like you hate him, or you want him to die.
But, maybe he goes home, and thinks of suicide.
Or comes back to school with a gun by his side.
Any kindness from you might've saved his life…
I pressed my shoulder harder into the wall as I walked/ran to my next class. Sure, it hurt like hell, but if I even dared to walk in the hallway traffic, I'd meet the floor a lot sooner than I usually did. I clutched my books to my chest, and ducked around someone who stood at their locker. My heart lifted at the sight of Kakashi-sensei's class. I had managed to make it to a class without landing flat on my face. What a nice change.
I was almost there when—
A foot hooked around my ankle, and jerked upwards, making me lose all sense of balance, and fall to the hard floor. My books and papers scattered everywhere, and were quickly destroyed by the onslaught of unknowing yet knowing feet.
"Watch where you're going, faggot." I knew that voice. It belonged to my constant, day-to-day tormentor, Sasuke Uchiha. He was number one around here; everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. Ebony hair, onyx eyes, pale, flawless skin. Not to mention extremely handsome and muscular.
I bowed my head, letting my blonde bangs shadow my tanned, scarred face as I gathered up my discarded books.
"Hey there, fag." A swift, sharp kick landed on my bruised ribs. I screwed my eyes shut. Great. Neji Hyuuga, Sasuke's second in command. My gathering became much quicker. And then, of course, my hands were stepped on. Several times.
"Oi, Sasuke, you coming to the game?" Neji leaned on the wall next to me. I could feel his pupiless eyes on me.
"'Course, wouldn't miss it."
"What about you, fag? You coming to watch the boys get hot and sweaty? You get off on that, don't you?" Another kick to my ribs. Another wince. God, when was the late bell going to ring.
I grabbed the last sheet of paper, and then pressed the stack of books to my chest and stood up. I bowed my head in front of Sasuke who stood in my way. I could feel warm, thick liquid rolling down the back of my hand. Blood. It must have gotten cut by someone's shoes.
"M-May I get passed?" My voice was soft and quiet, scared. Sasuke sneered, before stepping aside.
"Better get that hand bandaged, fag. You won't be able to give your clients hand jobs with that injury. Oh, wait; you still have your mouth." Neji chuckled at Sasuke's 'quick-witted' remark.
I pressed the books deeper into my thin chest, before running off, my face a dark crimson color.
Couldn't I just get a break?
(Fact: It is estimated that 160,000 children miss school every day due to fear of attack or intimidation by other students)
I tried to ignore the gnawing feeling of hunger in my stomach. I truly did, but everywhere I looked, all I saw was eating, eating, and more eating. Ugh, I really needed to stop sitting in the cafeteria. I was seated in the back of the cafeteria, in the dark corner at the rotted table that no one like. Oddly, I could relate to this table.
I laid my head down on the rough wood, and closed my sore eyes. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and that test in Kakashi-sensei's class had not helped the pounding headache in the base of my skull. I was pretty close to sleep, when a thick hand came slamming down in front of my nose.
"Hey, Faggy! Why don't you tell these ladies how much of an idiot you are, eh?" I looked up to meet the cruel eyes of Chouji. I sighed, and looked over to the two girls that accompied him. One had bubblegum pink hair, and the other was a blonde.
I trained my eyes down on a crack in the table, my face flushed. Chouji loved to embarrass me infront of the opposite sex. It was like he was trying to rub in the fact that I would never get a girl.
His meaty hands grabbed my hair and jerked me up to meet their awaiting eyes. Both of them looked slightly uncomfortable.
Then, very softly, I whispered those words I had begun to say several times a day with Chouji around. "I'm dumb, I'm stupid. No one likes me, I can't count, I can't spell. I wonder why my mother even had me." Both of them looked taken aback. I dropped my head down back on the table in humiliation when Chouji released me.
"Good fag," He snickered. Two high pitched giggles joined him before they both walked off to the 'popular' table. Of course, that meant the table with Sasuke. I could feel his jeering eyes on me. That's it, I couldn't take.
I leapt up, and ran straight out of the cafeteria as fast as I could. Well, I would've gone as fast as I could if not Neji had tripped me, and Sai 'accidently' dumped his tray of hot soup on my head. And that's when I ran out of that hellhole, and left behind my laughing peers.
(Fact: American schools harbor approximately 2.1 million bullies and 2.7 million of their victims.)
The next day I didn't go to any of my classes. I checked in at homeroom, and then just stayed up on the roof all day. I couldn't take any more of this humiliation. Why did they hate me so much? Was I just so god damn ugly that no one could ever love? Sobs ripped their way out of my chest, and I curled my knees up to my chest.
After I had ran out, I didn't go home. I went to the one place that I didn't have to fear of being caught. The park. Everyone in my grade were too old for it, and the place I stayed was deeper in, secluded my trees.
Plus, I couldn't go home. If I did, I would have to face my parents. The screaming, the yelling. My mom sipping her beer, while she ignores me, and then my dad beating me into next week. No, couldn't wasn't the right word.
I didn't want to go home. Not now, not ever. I didn't want to face the abuse at school and at home.
Heroes are made when you make a choice…
You could be a hero,
Heroes do what's right,
You could be a hero, you might save a life.
You could be a hero, you could join the fight.
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right…