Adam:

The next morning, Eber was home again, snoring like a chainsaw in his room. I fought the urge to just go in there and stab him to death. I wasn't a killer though, and I just couldn't do something like that.

I gauzed up my freshly cut arms, bandaged my back, sucked up the pain, and headed off to school. I was back to wearing the trench coat again today over a baggy shirt, since my cheap leather jacket was completely bloodied and ruined. I felt like a mummy with all of these bandages. I wore loose clothing so you couldn't see the outline of the gauze through my clothes.

I arrived at school, and had barely walked inside before Alex and Drake turned the corner and were blocking my path. Oh great. Like I needed this right now?

"Hey faggot!" Alex yelled as he got in my face and shoved me against the locker. The deep, bandaged cuts on my back contacted the lockers and I hissed in pain. "Where the fuck did you kidnap Sauli off to yesterday? I bet you raped him too."

Ouch. That one actually hurt.

Oh. He must be talking about how Sauli left them and ate lunch with me. I mentally smirked at the thought. Good thing they didn't actually know I was gay, because believe it or not, it would be a lot worse than this. They probably just assumed since I wore eyeliner, which was an ignorant thing to do. I wore eyeliner because I actually liked it, not because I was gay. There were rumors all around the school about everybody, and no one really believed any of them, so I was fine with the rumors about me. As long as no one actually knew who I really was.

Drake put his hand on Alex's shoulder, "Dude, just teach him a lesson, this queer needs to know how things work around here."

I said nothing. What could I possibly say to this oaf? I couldn't escape when Alex suddenly swung his fist, smashing it into my stomach. I couldn't do anything. My injuries had weakened me so much that I couldn't put up a proper fight. I could barely move without tremendous effort. I bent over slightly, feeling winded from the force of his attack. I wanted to throw up. I felt faint and exhausted. His punches were weak and clumsy compared to Eber's. But they still hurt like hell. My wounded body just could not handle so much physical abuse in such a short amount of time.

I coughed and gagged as he kept hitting me, the only thing keeping me upright was his grip on my neck, pinning me to the wall. A crowd had gathered, cheering Alex on, and there wasn't a member of the faculty in sight. They all blurred and seemed doubled as I felt dizzier and dizzier. See what I meant about these people being all the same? No one gave a fuck that I was being attacked. They just wanted the entertainment.