Some parts of this story will be on the borderline of rated M.

Warnings: Teen Brutality, Cursing, Fighting, Hazing, Descriptive Nudity, Bullying, Descriptive Injury.


Kendall Knight was an asshole. No, wait. He was a douche bag. My tormentor, the shit on the bottom of the worlds shoes. High School has been hell for every generation. Some kids had it great, some had it good and then you have people like me... Beat up, set up and round up. Through everything I have been through personally, everything that happens to me socially is just the fucking icing on the cake.

When I was younger, I was an innocent young boy. I never hurt anyone. I never did anything to deserve the hate that just seemed to radiate off my class and towards me. Yes, I was different. Did I know why at the time? No, not a clue. I do now though, but they still have no clue. I would never admit it to anyone. Between the crazy Christians that seem to run my town to the big dumb ass jocks who seem to want to tear me to pieces, my life was just peaches and cream. Someday's I get home and the only question running through my mind is "Why? Why me?".

Over time, my heart became cold. I put walls up and never let anyone in. I still remember the day I turned cold...

January 21st, 2008 (7th Grade)

"NERD!" One of the kids yelled at me.

Nerd actually wasn't that bad. Got called a faggot yesterday, so I guess that's better. I hate that I think this way, but what can you do? I slowly walked the rest of the way into the cafeteria, I grabbed a carton of milk and had my school ID scanned.

"Morning Carlos." The lunch lady said with a smile.

I pulled together my best fake smile and smiled back. I walked over to the server and grabbed my food. As I made my way over to a table, I could feel eyes on me. I mean, what was so interesting about me? It's as if god created me with a giant fucking target on the back of my head.

I saw James sitting at the far end of the cafeteria, so I decided to join him. He was a chubby young lad, unlike me, who was stick thin.

"Hey James." I said sitting down.

"Dude, what is a cunt?"

"Uhhh... Why?"

"Drake called me it this morning."

"A cunt is like a vagina... I think. Or something along those lines."

"Huh... That's almost comical."

"And why is that?"

"Because we both know I don't like vagina's."

"Dude, shut it. Someone could hear you."

"Dude, I don't fucking care. It's not like I'm not already gonna get the shit beat out of my later today anyway." James said lying his head down onto the table.

Sadly, this was true for the both of us. I hate wearing makeup, makes me feel like a girl but I had to do something to hide all the bruises from my parents.

When we finished breakfast, James and I went our separate ways. He went out the south end and I went out the north end. I really wished our lockers weren't on opposite sides of the school.

As I walked down the ramp to exit the cafeteria, I was met with a familiar face.

"Good Morning Carlos and how is the family today? Still poor?"

Hearing those words made my blood boil. My dad had been out of work for a long time, which caused me to have to find jobs to help support them. No one understood why I wore raggedy clothes and when I tried to tell them, they laughed. I mean, who would wear nice clothes to a fertilizer plant? That's where I worked, Dawn's Fertilizer Plant. I filled the 10lb bags with fertilizer for six hours after I got out of school. Most people would be furious if they found out that a 13 year old was working there. But I didn't have a choice. Someone had to help support them... After mom died, dad just kinda fell apart. No one understood but then again, no one took the time to listen.

"Move Kendall. I have to get to class."

"Aww! The poor FAGGOT has to get to class."

"I-I'm not a faggot!" I screamed.

People started to gather around.

"I bet you would like it if I did this!" He yelled, grabbed my crotch and squeezing, making me scream.

"L-Let go!" I yelled, tears forming.

People began to chuckle and laugh.

"Aww! Do you not like THAT!" He yelled squeezing harder.

My body felt like it was on fire and I began crying.

"Oh look! He's crying!" Kendall said laughing.

He let go, making me try to gasp for air. Without warning, he grabbed me by my neck, slamming me into the wall. I felt my airway constrict as he lifted me off the ground.

"This is what happens when you mess with me!"

"I-I didn't do anything!" I tried to breath out.

"You were born." He hissed into my ear.

"HEY! HEY! YOU PUT HIM DOWN!" A lady yelled.

Everyone gasped and dispersed. Kendall dropped me to the ground and ran. I looked up to see the lunch lady stand there looking at me. She walked over and tried to help me up.

"Carlos, are you okay?" She asked reaching for me.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed as I got up and limped to the bathroom.

I flung the door open harshly and made my way to a stall. I locked it and fell the the ground. I slowly undid my belt and pulled my pants down. I broke down at the sight. I was bruised, reddened and violated. I stayed on the floor for the rest of the day, never moving to leave once. They all laughed at what he was doing to me. They laughed at it. No one cared about me. No one cared what happened to me. No one. They are all devils and I can never let any of them in, because all they will do is hurt me and violate me.

...

I was never the same after that. I turned into stone. My name is Carlos Garcia and this is the story about how one boy ruined my life and another one came into it to put it back together.