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"I've always been bullied." I said "Before I even knew I gay, I was different, and a lot of people didn't like that. I was pushed into lockers, tripped in the hallways, picked last for team sports, gotten food thrown at me, all the typical bullying.
When I came out, it got even worse. The locker shoves got harder, the glares were mean and cruel, phonecalls, the football team even outed me to my dad. His beatings got worse, he said, 'A fag was meant to be treated like what it was, a sin'. Every once in a while, he would just give me the occasional punch, and never even said anything when I came home with a black eye or a limp from what the football team was doing to me. Eveyone wanted me to suffer.
Well, one day, I got stuck in class talking to the teacher, so when I arrived at my locker, the hallways were empty, and eerily quiet.."
Slam! Out of nowhere, I was pressed up against the lockers. I already felt the bruise forming on my chest.
"What do you want James?" I asked my main tormentor as he twirled me around to face him. He was putting all his weight on top of me, the locker pressing into recent bruises on my back.
"No need for attitude Jeff-ey"
"Just leave me alone" I said, my jaw clenched tightly.
"I don't think you're in position to be giving orders Sterling." He said harshly
Suddenly the rest of the football team walked around the corner holding Ethan, my boyfriend of two months.
"Jeff?" he said quietly.
"Ethan! Are you okay?"
"Shutup!" James snapped. I flinched. He saw this and laughed bitterly.
"Aw, is little Jeff-ey scared?"
"Just leave me alone" I tried pushing him away.
"I thought I told you to shut up. If you don't keep your mouth shut then-" he waved towards where Ethan was being held. A football player named Eric punched Ethan in the stomach, hard. He looked up at me gasping for air.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want, just leave him out of it." I said trying to get out of James grasp, over to my boyfriend.
"How could I leave him out of it when he's a fairy Just. Like. You.?" he asked, emphasizing each word with more pressure to my already bruised chest.
I stared at him wide-eyed.
Suddenly, there were punches, kicks, and before I knew it, I was on the hard, cold floor curling up, trying, and failing, to block the blows.
Before I knew it, I was succumbed to darkness, the last thing my eyes saw was my boyfriend's head getting smashed into the floor.
I woke up in a weird place.
'Where am I?' I wondered. Then, I felt the pounding ache coming from my head and ribs. I winced as I took a breath.
All I remember is the hallway, getting pushed into the locker, the football team, pain, and then I saw-
"Ethan?" I yelled the loudest I could, which ended up echoing across what I realized was an empty, abandoned warehouse. The shout gave me a pulsating pain in my ribs that caused me to gasp for my breath.
I heard a noise in the other direction, but as I tried to turn around, I realized I was bound to a pole. My hands were tied behind me and I couldn't see anything but was right in front of me.
There it was again. I now figured out the noises I heard were footsteps.
Suddenly there was the entire football team standing in front of me with smirks on their faces, their eyes filled with hatred.
"Where is Ethan?" I asked
"Oh, we took care of him" James said
"He's where he belongs." Another guy said. I think his name was Josh.
"And where would that be?" I asked, scowling
"In Hell." Eric spat at me.
What? Di-Did they kill him? No! No! They couldn't have!
"NO!" I yelled through my tears, as I tried to pull at the restraints.
The next part went by in a flash. I wasn't sure which football player threw the first punch, but suddenly, punches, kicks, and slaps were all aimed at me. I was crying now, but didn't move. It wasn't like I could even go anywhere if I tried.
Laughter. That's what I heard. They thought this was a joke. One big fucking joke. My life, in their hands, and they're laughing.
Then, a flash of silver from James pocket.
Then pain, agonizing, excruciating, searing, white-hot pain erupted in my stomach.
My screams echoed off the walls of the warehouse. I was sure they were loud enough for someone a block away to hear them. It seemed someone did, because in some stroke of luck, I heard distant running footsteps and a loud,
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" from a stranger.
Then, the guys were gone. There was the stranger yelling into his phone, kneeling in front of my almost life-less body.
"Help" I whispered
"Help-" The man cut me off, "Don't worry, you're going to be okay, help is coming. Its okay"
"No, help, help-" I tried to say, "Help
Ethan-"
Darkness.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
That was the first sound entering my ears as I was reacquainted with reality.
I was in a hospital, that was for sure, but I couldn't move, or open my eyes. I lost consciousness once again.
I didn't wake up again until the next week. This time, I opened my eyes. I was in a sort of haze because of the pain meds. I didn't feel a thing. I was confused at first, but then my mind remembered the events as the remembrance of the pain put images in my mind.
I shut my eyes as tightly as I could, and tried to fill my head with happy thoughts. It didn't work.
My doctors told me that had put me in a medically induced coma. I had officially died twice. Once in the ambulance, and the second time on the operating table. I lost a lot of blood, they told me. The knife I was stabbed with punctured my left kidney, and they had to perform emergency surgery to remove the organ.
Three cracked ribs, internal bleeding, dislocated shoulder, more internal bleeding, so many bruises, and internal bleeding. They said I had lost five pints of blood, so a little under half of my entire blood supply was gone. Luckily, my blood wasn't a rare type, or I'd be dead.
I was in the hospital for another week before they discharged me.
Then, a week later, I came to Dalton.
Silence followed my story, until Thad spoke up.
"Wha-what happened to Ethan?" Thad stuttered through his own tears. The quiet
question might as well of been a yell in the silence of the room.
I gulped before answering.
"H-He umm died before I even woke up in the warehouse.
They, They cracked his skull.
He, umm, he, he bled out.
He was there for hours before I woke up. He had just died
when the guys attacked me.
And before you ask, Eric was arrested for the beating, but the rest
of the team, including James, were never found.
If they were f-found, then they-they'd
be up against, ma-man slaughter, a-assault, and att-attempted mu-mur-murder, but they're
still out-out there, and I-I wouldn't no how to deal with it, if I ever s-saw them
aga-again"
I wasn't able to cover up a sob after that.
Soon I found myself sobbing on the ground with ten pairs of arms surrounding me. We
were all sobbing in one another's arms, but my cries the loudest. As I
listened to my own breathing to try and calm down, I looked over at Nick who was
closest to me. His eyes made me want to cry again. His eyes were filled with pain, anger,
sadness, hurt, and heartbreak.
Emotions I never wanted to see in his gorgeous eyes.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I will never let anyone hurt you, ever again." His words did bring more tears to my eyes.
Everyone else had stood up now, as they were walking around sniffling and Blaine and
Kurt whispering reassuring words to each other, Nick was still holding me as tight as he
could.
Suddenly, he stood up, but not before kissing me on the cheek, and walking out
of the room with tears silently falling down his face.
Blaine came over and offered me a hand. I took his hand and as we walked out the door,
Kurt latched on to my other hand, and we strode back to our dormitories, my shoulders
feeling like a huge weight has been lifted.
Wow, This was REALLY hard to write. I hope you like this, it should get happy...soon. (: R&R PRETTY PLEASE WITH A REDVINE ON TOP? To whoever is reading this, thank you, it means a lot, and it means even more to me when I get those amazing review! ;D 3