Kid walked the halls hurriedly of DHS with his head hung low. He could hear the laughs and feel the stares trained on him, he knew that some were pointing and that all the whispers were of him. This knowledge only making him quicken his already fast pace down the hall.
"Ugh, just look at him!" He heard one girl sneer.
"Yeah what's with the strips?" He heard another.
"OCD freak!" A low voice shouted, obviously male. They mean't for him to hear them, they always did. Kid could feel that familiar sting in the back of his eyes and quickly scurried into the nearest bathroom and ran to the farthest stall from the door that contained a mirror and sink. After locking the door he let the tears he was holding back fall, he knew that he shouldn't let their words get to them, but he always did. Frustrated he hit his balled up fist against the edge of the sink as he gazed at his now red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the mirror. Taking a long, good look at himself he let out a soft sob. Maybe they were right, maybe he was just an ugly freak.
By now the tears were streaming faster and he couldn't move his gaze from his reflection, ill thought plaguing his mind. The sound of an opening door resonated throughout the bathroom and two sets of footsteps made them self known, slowly getting louder as they neared the stall Kid had currently locked himself in.
"Are you sure he's in here?" One of them asked, the other. Great, they were looking for Kid and that couldn't mean anything good.
"I'm sure, he ran in here just a minute ago." The other confirmed checking under the stalls. Kid froze in his place, no not now. He heard a low chuckle as he guessed the two boys had found the stall he was hiding in, at least it was locked. Kid quickly turned around as he heard a small click, it seemed as thought they had picked the lock instead of the usual waiting until he was forced out of the stall. The door swung open and a loud bang sounded throughout the room as Kids gaze was met with two tall, smirking boys. He let out a groan of pain as one of the forcefully shoved him into the sink behind him. Kid let out a small groan of pain before his arm was pulled forwards throwing him out of the stall and onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom. He felt the impact of their feet to his back, chest, legs, arms, and head. His vision became hazy but he held onto his consciousness. Forcing his eyes to stay open. The pain dulled a his body slowly became numb from the harsh treatment. Although he never let a tear fall he felt as if he were shattering on the inside.
With each kick and punch the stinging behind his eyes, but he wouldn't let his tears fall, not for though he thought each hurtful word they spoke true he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry, hear his groans of pain. All he would do was lay motionless and endure it. He needed to be strong like his father always told him, not the weakling he knows himself to be.
Soon enough the room fell silent and Kid realized that his tormentors had already left, he had become so numb that he hadn't even noticed when they had stopped. 'How pathetic.' he thought to himself as he slowly pushed his bruised and battered body up off the floor. As he stood up he caught a glance at himself in the mirror, there was a dark purple bruise forming on his cheek. 'When had they hit my face?' He asked himself as his hand brushed over the bruise causing him to wince. Letting out a sigh he forced himself out of the bathroom and down the empty school corridor towards his class. So that is why they left him alone. What Kid failed to notice was another's concerned gaze following him as he walked.
Kid sat on the messy sheets of his bed completing the homework he had received that day. He internally winced as he heard the slamming of the front door. Great, his father was home.
"KID GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" His father yelled. Kid winced before slowly pushing himself off the mattress and opened the door to his room. He hesitantly made his way down the stairs towards where his father stood in the doorway. The tall man caught sight of his son and the bruise on his face. "What happened Kid?" He asked in a demanding manner, no trace of concern in his tone or expression.
"Some people at school-" Kid started but was interrupted by his enraged father.
"God you're so pathetic!" He screamed at Kid. "You're so weak and pathetic! I can't believe you're my son, no wonder your mother killed herself! It was to get away from such an ugly, incompetent, weakling like you!" He was now right in front of Kid. He could smell the alcohol on his fathers breath, he reeked of it. Ever since Kid's mother had taken her own life not even a year ago his father had come home drunk and yelled at him, successfully inflicting pain upon his son with his words. He had blamed him for his mother's unhappiness.
Kid dare not interrupt his fathers rampage as he yelled on and on. It would only make him more mad. "Are you even listening!" His father roared. Kid found himself on the ground, his cheek stinging. Kid stared wide eyed up at his father. Never had his father actually hit him before. His father seemed unfazed and started to deliver blow after blow. This was worse then when the people at school did it. His father was much bigger, stronger than the others. Kid felt a single wet tear slide down his cheek before darkness slowly consumed him as his eyes slid closed.
Much worse.