My first fan fic, based off an RP I had. Any and all criticism is accepted and appreciated!
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day and waking John from his nap. He clinched his eyes shut, and pulled his head up, suppressing a disheartened groan. He hadn't been getting much rest lately. The bullying he was submitted to at school was getting progressively worse. The guys on the football team had always bullied him since the day they started school together, but ever since they found out about John's sexuality, they saw that as a legitimate reason to push him around. John didn't even know how they'd found out, and that only made it harder to handle. He stayed awake most nights, often crying himself to sleep. The young man hadn't been without a bruise or cut for weeks now, always getting shoved around in the school hallways. The bullies had got even rougher in the past few days, beating him up on a regular basis. Though it was never for long, considering that he only ever saw them on school grounds.
John half-heartedly lifted himself from the chair, gathering his things and shoving them into his backpack. Still groggy from sleep, he crouched down to pick up a stray piece of paper, not noticing the girl walking behind him. Before he could react, she tripped over his foot, letting out a girlish yelp and dropping her heavy backpack on John's back.
"I'm so sor- ACH"
His back cracked, the backpack forcing him to fall to the ground. He quickly picked himself up, apologizing over and over while scrambling to retrieve the girl's backpack.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you fall!"
John looked at the girl's face, realizing who she was. Girlfriend of the team captain of the football team. Fucking perfect...
The girl stared at John for a moment before grabbing her backpack and quickly exiting the room with her friends, gossiping as she walked. Obviously about John. There was no doubt in his mind. He let out a sigh and proceeded to pick up the rest of his things, ignoring everyone left in the room staring at him.
As soon as he had his things, he spared no time in getting the hell out of there. He didn't want anyone to talk to him for fear of being bullied. He could barely talk to his best friends now because they were guys, and the guys on the football team would bully both John and his friends. He wanted anything but to have them be bullied to.
John headed straight outside and ignored everything as he semi-jogged home, terrified that he'd run into one of his bullies on the way home. He kept his eyes on his feet, glancing up every so often to make sure he was still alone. The boy walked around a corner and looked up to see a group of football players talking in front of a local shop. Obviously loitering. John tried not to change his pace as he veered to the opposite side of the street and sunk back into an alleyway. Despite John's efforts, he heard deep, familiar laughter coming closer. "Shit, shit, shit..." he muttered to himself as he went further back into the alley.
"Haha, look guys! The faggot's going home, right? Let's see where this faggot lives! Maybe we can talk to his daddy." John walked faster, his heart beating in his throat. 'They won't do anything too bad. Just avoid going home until they decide to go.' he told himself.
"Heh, I have a better idea. Let's kick his ass. The faggot'll love that, won't he?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck... John began running now, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable. It wasn't long until he heard their footsteps go faster than his in a matter of seconds. He felt himself be thrown against a brick wall, his head making an audible crack on the hard surface. He already felt his own blood running down his temple.
"Haha! He's already bleeding, this is gonna be great."
John sighed and held back tears, leaning against the wall. Might as well just let it happen. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if he didn't fight back. He had no hope of getting away anyway. There were 5 of them, and one of him. Not to mention they spent every day lifting weights and running miles around the school.
"Oh, look, little faggots give up so fucking easily! Hahaha!"
"Look, Matt, the faggot wants to suck your dick. What a fucking joke!"
John closed his eyes tight, preparing himself for whatever they had in store for him. "Just get it over with, guys," he muttered.
A swift blow to the side of John's head caused more blood to flow from the previous wound. "Shut up, faggot, the big boys are talking!"
John spit blood on the ground next to one of the player's feet. "Come on, guys, you're smart, right? You can figure your stupid bullying stuff quicker than thi-GAH" His sentence was cut off by a punch to the stomach, sending him on his hands and knees.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, faggot!" The football player - Matt, was it? - kicked John in the side, forcing John to lie on the ground. Matt smirked and kicked John again, harder. John coughed, spitting out blood onto Matt's polished shoes. If he was gonna get his ass kicked anyway, might as well get at least a little bit even, right?
Matt sneered at the red liquid on his shoe. His instant reaction was to kick John in the face, wiping the rest of the blood off on John's shirt. Matt spat on John before kicking him in the stomach again.
However, sirens in the background caught the football players' attention. They all stopped and listened for a moment before running quickly out of sight. John lay on the ground, remaining still until he was sure they were gone. He lifted himself up slightly, being careful with his new and fresh bruises. John knew that the sirens weren't for him. There weren't any apartments nearby. Most of the surrounding buildings were either abandoned or for storage. He rested for a moment, desperately trying to catch his breath. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened a new text message.
"karkat, i just got my assk icked, need a little help. in an alley no ttoo far from school. please try to help"
He squinted at the screen, his puffy eyes searching for typos. He didn't want to worry his best friend. He hated to ask in the first place, but he knew he wouldn't be able to walk home like this.
John figured the text was coherent enough, and hit the send button. He slipped the small phone back into his pocket. He let himself lay back down on the cold ground. He laid on his back, hoping that it would help to ease the pain, if only slightly. His eyes shut, trying to relax.
But his relaxation was cut short, hearing heavy footsteps once more. John's eyes shot open to look at who was walking his way. He knew Karkat couldn't have found him so quickly.
Ah, fuck... It was Matt. He was alone now, the others must have had enough for one day.
"Don't think I'll let you get off that fucking easy, shitbrain. You're all mine now, cocksucker."
John closed his eyes again, dreading but expecting to have a repeat of what happened only moments ago. But Matt wasn't here for that. Matt quickly positioned himself over top of John, pinning down his hands and knees. "Gay fucking faggot. Is this what you want?"
The last thing John remembered hearing was the sound of Matt tossing his belt aside.
The next thing John knew, he was laying on the ground, beaten, bloodied, and... he felt extremely violated. In the back of his mind, he knew what had happened, but he tried hard not to dwell on it. He clutched his stomach. He could feel where the skin was softer. He noticed that he was lying in a small puddle of some kind of liquid, quickly realizing it was his own blood. He felt the air sting his semi-dried wounds left by some sort of knife. He couldn't remember. He just knew it hurt.
He groaned and tried to move. He didn't have the strength to get up. He couldn't even see. His glasses were broken and laying just out of reach. Besides, he was dizzy and disoriented. All he remembered was being beat up, the rest was all fuzzy. He'd texted someone to help him, but obviously they weren't here yet. He needed someone now. Not even he could deny that, no matter how much he hated to admit it. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but found it empty. Looking around, examining things as well as he could. He thought he saw his phone, but it was out of reach. John realized that the only thing he could do was lie down and wait for his friend to find him.
After a few minutes, he began to hear hurried footsteps. A faint calling of something, but John's hearing was slurred and watery. That or the person's voice was. It began to get louder, along with the footsteps.
"..hn!... J... n! Jo..n? JOHN!? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
John groaned as loud as he could, hoping it was enough. He remembered who he'd texted now. His best friend Karkat. He knew Karkat wouldn't over react to seeing him like this. He would also respect John's requests, like keeping his dad out of the matter.
The albino teen looked up and down every alley, searching for his friend whom he'd been look for for over an hour and a half. He was surprised that he still had the energy. Finally, he heard a groan from one of the alleys just a few ahead of where he was searching. He didn't hesitate to run to the mouth of the alleyway and scan the ground. Seeing John's body, Karkat immediately ran as fast as he could to his friend's side.
"Fucking hell, you said you got your ass kicked, not stabbed half to death!" he yelled. His voice shook and broke in multiple parts of the sentence. Seeing that his friends clothes were messed up and torn, the stab wounds and bruises. "John, who the hell...? Goddamnit..."
Karkat pulled his cell phone out of his hoodie pocket and dialed 911, taking of his jacket and covering John with it.
"Hello, 911? This is Karkat Vantas, I've just found my friend in an alley..."
To John, the sound of his voice was still somewhat garbled, but he heard every word. At the moment, none of it was really sinking in. Nothing felt real. His eyes began to close. Karkat said something, but he sounded miles away. Eventually, John succumbed to slumber, just as the sirens were growing louder.