Little Mikey-Dee was the one in class
Who everyday got brutally harassed
This went on for years
Till he decided that never again would he shed another tear
So he walked through the door
And grabbed the .44 out of his father's dresser drawer
He said 'I can't take life no more'
And like that a life can be lost
Sasuke Uchiha was the type of person to keep cool, relaxed, and the one to smirk at anyone else's screws ups, knowing that he could always do better. He was the type of man who could look down on others, and know they wouldn't rebel. In some ways, he was the king of the school. Girls hung off his every word, guys wanted to hang with him. Everything was his. He even ruled over the teachers, leaving them powerless with everyone already on his side. The school was his kingdom, and he was the king. And no one wanted to challenge that.
Like his entire family, he was shockingly beautiful for a man. His face and body chiseled and stern, his skin pale, and dark, silky hair made the girls swoon and the boys envy him. He rarely smiled, if ever, but no one didn't seem to notice. They were all for his looks as they were, and nobody wanted to push that. Sasuke was elegant and strong, never making a false move or a mistake. And he never thought he would.
But the day he decided to pick on the new blonde kid was probably the worst mistake he could've made for someone as perfect as he was.
It was a normal day like any other, except now the empty seat in the corner that was usually abandoned was now occupied by a small, ragged looking blonde boy. At first, Sasuke honestly thought he was a she, with his round face and stunning cobalt eyes framed by dark eyelashes. But his shirt didn't bunch up on the breasts that all the girls had, but was instead straight, not hugging any curves or fatness. He had tanned skin and sunny blonde hair, even if it was a little dirty. He was what people would call a pretty or even adorable boy, the only flaw being scars on his cheeks that reminded Sasuke of a fox. He was slumped over in his chair, eyes trained on the cracks on the desk.
The teacher had walked in, discussed their subject today, and then turned to the blond boy. "Everyone, this is Naruto Uzumaki, he's the new student."
And then Sasuke said the first word that came to his head. Because he knew if he didn't say anything, he wouldn't have been able to establish his rule over the new boy or even his peers.
"Fag." It was a simple word. Only three letters long, and one syllable. It wasn't even that loud. But loud enough for everyone to pick up on, and take to heart. And Sasuke was the reason.
He was the reason Naruto was shoved into walls, tripped, punched, kicked, teased, and mocked. Sasuke would have just left him alone like he usually did with all of the other new kids, but this wasn't a usual case. He had said mean things to everyone, but they didn't really bully each other over it. Not like this anyway. So Sasuke had to do something.
And it wasn't the right thing either.
Sasuke didn't know how long the abusing of the blonde went on, and to be honest he didn't care. It helped him in a way. It helped him get rid of the stress of being on top, of being strong and beautiful. Sasuke wasn't going to do anything that fatally hurt the boy. He was too smart for that. A punch on the side to leave a bruise, a thump to the head to leave a knot. He played it out like a game, and currently, he was winning.
But he never thought he would do this.
Sasuke Uchiha, king of the school, was standing beside of a dumpster, staring down at the unconscious body of Naruto Uzumaki. Blood was flowing from the cut on his head where it had smashed against the sharp, rusted edge of the dumpster. Blood was also sleeping through the clothes on his arm, the blood freshest by his wrist, but Sasuke couldn't recall Naruto injuring that part of his body.
Chouji was trembling and shaking as he stared down at the boy. "O-Oh man… what are we going to do guys? H-He's not moving! He's not moving!"
Neji punched his shoulder fiercely. "Shut up! Someone will hear us!" Chouji clamped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide with terror and guilt.
Sasuke didn't know what to do. Should he go get the nurse? But then questions would arouse and he really didn't want to answer them. He could always just go get some medical equipment of his own, and tend to the blonde himself. But then there was the possibility of Naruto waking up. How was he going to explain his actions then?
Everything was jumbled up. Thoughts swirled and danced in his already confused head. What was he going to do? What was he—
There was a small little moan that echoed out of the dumpster. A little bit of rustling followed afterwards, and then small whimper.
And then Sasuke did the only thing that suddenly became clear through the disarray in his mind.
He turned on his heel, and ran as fast as it was humanly possible.
(Fact: One in seven students is either a bully or victim.)
Naruto's POV
I ached everywhere. My head was throbbing along with my erratic heart, along with the reopened cut on my arm. I groggily stared up at the dimming sky. Stars were slowly beginning to shine, a white speck of light against the dark sky. I let my eyes flutter shut.
Why? Why me? Why was it just me who had to get all of the crap from the world? I had never done anything wrong. I was quiet, and even kind, by no one seemed to care about that. It was all about Sasuke. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke.
Anger flared inside me, bringing along with it frustrated tears that dribbled down my cheeks. What made Sasuke Uchiha so high and mighty? He was a coward, if anything. He was the farthest thing from a king. King's were meant to take care of their subjects, and be one to run to in time of need. Sasuke was no king. He had the looks for it, and had enough followers, but he would never be truly a king. Not respectfully anyway.
The sky was a dark purple when I finally decided to push myself up into a sitting position. Nausea arose in my throat, and bile burned my mouth. I leaned heavily against the dumpster's wall, before I pushed myself shakily up, cradling my arm against my chest. I swung a leg over the edge of the dumpster, and was going to carefully let myself down, when my shoe got caught in a hole, and I crashed to the ground below. I sighed.
Couldn't I just get a break already?
(Fact: Boys are much more prone to commit suicide than girls.)
I was too tired to repeat my daily routine that night. Instead I collapsed onto my bed, curling up tightly with my pillow. Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of waking up tomorrow and facing the abuse once again. Sobs built up in my chest, but never made out of my throat. They bubbled up and down as I tried to keep them down. I shouldn't cry. People had it worse than me. People didn't have a home like I did. I screwed my eyes shut.
I didn't deserve to cry right now.
But this ain't even about that
All of us just sat back and watched it happen
Thinking its not our responsibility
To solve a problem that isn't even about me
This is our problem.
This is just one of the daily scenarios
In which we choose to close our eyes
Instead of doing the right thing
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ditch you guys! And nothing happened to my buddy or me! We were just really busy and such. I hope you guys are having a great day/night!~~~~
Thank you so much for the review! All of you are so nice to my buddy and I! I'm glad that you say this story will help somebody! It means a lot to me!
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