Bad Cupid

Adien POV

"Hello again" David spoke menacingly, striding towards me, I'm cornered in the bathroom, lessons have started so no one will hear me scream. It was almost ironic, the place where students were supposed to be the safest is literally my hell. "You nearly missed your daily beating, thank goodness I saw you coming into the bathroom"

I gulp, fear freezing me to my spot, anxiety making me imagine the worst. I feel as though I am spiraling into infinite darkness, my palpitations threatening to escape my cheat.

"David, please don't do this, not today" I stutter realising I'm shaking uncontrollably, rooted to my spot against the wall.

"Because you've asked nicely, I won't" he sneered sarcastically, yet not loud enough to attract any outside attention.

His smile oddly reminded me of Robby rotten from Lazytown, had I been under different circumstances, I may have laughed.

David was big, tall and muscular like an average bully, the type you see in the movies and most likely have the IQ of a rock. His dark brown hair and shocking, pale, blue eyes could have made him attractive, but it seemed years of hate had distorted his features into an ugly growl. That's what hate does to you, contaminates you from inside out. He held himself proudly and occasionally resorted from a grimace to a scowl, range. But his facial expressions didn't stretch any further.

"Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?" I ask timidly trying my best not to stutter or stammer. He pauses as if thinking of the reason why he uses me as a punching bag, it was painful to watch, I couldn't practically see the clogs in his brain move.

"It's because you're a worthless, piece of garbage that should end his life" He spat, smirking with the satisfaction of my pain. "Cause I hate faggots. All of 'em should end their lives, no one will ever love them"

"Well, I guess we have something in common" I reply daringly at first, before instantaneous regret settled in.

"You finally grew some balls, shame it's going to get you in more trouble." David laughed, after the long shocked pause, I've never stood up for myself in the 3 months that I've been at this school. He lunges forward abruptly grabbing a lock of my hair with his fist clenching with all of his might.

For a moment all I can hear is the ominous screeching of the stands in my head being tugged out.

I gasp subconsciously, but don't give him the satisfaction of hearing me screaming in pain. It'll only provoke him. Although my efforts are wasted as power hungry punch lands on my my stomach, winding me irrevocably.

I can't breath, it felt like a panic attack and walls are closing in. It's moments like this I feel closest to death.

He continues to kick and punch me elsewhere, knowing full well he's leaving marks and bruises, like he's marking his territory.

This is the worst it's been in a while, usually he just punches me and leaves. Pain almost vibrates in every corner of my body, rendering me partially numb: unfeeling, blind and deaf. I wish to float into nothingness.

"Please, stop" I stutter still trying to catch my breath, I'm heaving now, feeling the sick, metallic taste of blood touching my tongue. In a strange way I dont want him to stop, this is the first time I've really felt something in a while.

"I hate it when you stutter!" He yells clenching his fist one last time before it collides onto my jaw. For a second everything slowed. I swear I saw the light flashing before my eyes then darkness....