Prejudice. Xeno. Animosity. Pain.
Part 3. Continued from Part 2.
By Aly the WheelerChick
Disclaimer(s): Lyrics are copywritten to Stone Temple Pilots. Magnet, Holes, and all other characters and items belong to Louis Sachar and other people that are not myself.
A/n: I am so sorry for the lack of updates! I am so busy right now, that it isn't even funny. Seriously. I've been busting my butt working on my campaign speeches and posters because I'm running for class Secretary. I have a 20-page report due on Danish Resistance in the Holocaust. I have to make a poster for that, do timelines and research, and then on Tuesday give a 5-minnute oral report, PLUS, I'm going away on Sunday and Monday, so I have even more work to make up….add this on top of all my other homework for my other classes, which are honors classes, so I get a ton (including 4 stories to write in 2 days).
So please, bear with me here, people. I'm doing the best I can. OH! and "El Dios me ayuda" means "God help me" in Spanish. Or it's supposed to, at least.
Special Thanks to: My Holes Posse. Heather, Eh, Man, Emily, Sixstars, Incubus4lotr11, Satan's Apprentice, slvrfng, and the rest of ya. You guys rock so much, I love you guys! Also to Flamer, Insane Monster, and the rest of my reviewers, your compliments, thoughts, and concerns keep me going on, so….kick it! You rock!
I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me
On my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like a rose that somebody gave me
Cause I'm dead and bloated
All things get worse before they get better.
Magnet felt his entire body going limp. He didn't close his eyes thought, for fear of never being able to open them again. The boys' laughing and torturous name-calling was replaced by nervous shouting. "What happened??!" "Who's there?!" "Shit, they see us!" "Oh fuck!" "SHIT!"
Magnet used his left arm, his good arm, to push his upper body forward. He gasped in pain and fell back onto his back. Voices from counselors seemed to be surrounding him.
"OHMI-"
"ANDREW! NICKY! SEAN!"
"Is that kid-"
Suddenly Pendanski and the two other counselors were standing over top of him.
"JOSÉ!" shouted Pendanski, "José, speak! Are you alright?"
The other counselors looked unsurely at both Magnet and Pendanski.
"Si….I'm fine," Magnet choked out. An obvious lie. Pendanski gave him a half-smirking smile which would have made him want to raise his eyebrow, if only it didn't hurt so much to move.
"I think we should get Mr. Sir or the Warden-" one of the other counselors began saying.
"NO!" replied Pendanski, "I mean, you heard José! He said he'll be fine! In fact, you guys can go back to the tent and I'll handle this-"
Things went silent. Magnet groaned. The pain was only getting worse, and he was starting to get dizzy from just laying on the ground. He tried to relax himself, and think of things to take hi mind off the pain. He could hear someone asking the three boys questions. They said they were from B-tent.
'B' stands for 'bastards', he thought. The counselors were conversing again, and he couldn't help turning his attention back to them.
"He's okay, don't worry!-"
"-his lip and nose are bleeding, and he's got welts and bruises all over-"
"I said 'he's okay'. He's in my tent, I'll handle this, thanks!"
Magnet coughed, and then screamed. His whole body hurt when he coughed. He tried to take his mind off the pain again. Why won't Mom let them help me? The counselors were arguing. Magnet felt overly nauseous.
"HE CAN'T EVEN SIT UP! We'll have to call-"
"Thank you, I know what I'm doing."
They mumbled a few other things to each other that he couldn't hear and then the other counselors got up and stomped off. Pendanski stayed.
The second they were out of sight, the dizziness took over him completely. He was queasy. "I'm gonna – Mom, I'm gonna –"
If he wasn't mistaken, Pendanski sniggered at him. "It's just a few bruises and a bloody nose. You'll live. C'mon, get up." He offered his hand, and Magnet took it. He was pulled into an upright position, and then onto his feet.
The second he was on his feet, the queasiness and the dizziness seemed to multiply and intensify at least ten time. His surroundings shifted into intense focus, and then completely out of focus. He stumbled and moaned. Then he gagged and grabbed his stomach. "I'm going to throw up!"
Pendanski looked at him and shook his head. "We'll maybe if you would've fought back, you-"
Magnet didn't hear the rest of what he said. He was back on his knees again, gagging. Then he belched and vomited. A little bit of blood came up too, mixed in with it.
When he finished, he was left weak and exhausted and scared. He looked up at Pendanski, timidly, wiping his mouth and his forehead. Pendanski just shook his head. "Mom, it was two AM!" Pendanski sighed.
Suddenly Magnet lurched again and belched. He didn't think there was anything left in him that he could possibly throw up. But he leaned forward and vomited again, though mostly all that came up was just stomach acid and some blood. Then he groaned helplessly. "El Dios me ayuda…"
"José, go get a drink," said Pendanski, offering his bottle of water. "Here."
Magnet took it, sipped some, then spit it out. Then he took another sip and swallowed that. "Help me…" he whispered faintly. Pendanski did, with the same ever present smirk on his face. Then…
"Get back to the tent!" he barked at him, and shoved him forward. Magnet felt the familiar dizziness and queasiness washing over him again. He gasped.
He didn't remember what happened on the way there, or how he made it there, or even if he was still alive. But somehow it happened. Magnet stumbled into D-tent.
All he could remember was everyone screaming and asking him questions, and telling him to stop speaking in Spanish. Armpit helped him to his cot, and Squid and Zigzag went off screaming something. But it was all just a blur, and didn't make much sense in his brain.
He felt he was at his lowest low, all because he happened to have been born in the Dominican Republic. And because his English could use some improvement.
A tear ran down his cheek a he pulled the blankets up over his head. It was followed by more tears that he didn't have the strength to bother to wipe away.
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Okay guys, listen up: I am so so so (x1000 times) sorry for not making this chapter any better….I promise things get a lot better in the next chapter, and so much happens. I'll have 2 chapters after this one. Again, I'm really sorry, but I thought this needed updated, and this is all I can give you for now….but I promise more and of better quality next time, okay?
