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FRANKS POV.

I was dressed and out the door by half seven… I couldn’t really stand being at home and listening to mum and Steve whinge and complain about my music, my clothes, my hair, my lip piercing… y’know… the usual… but this meant that I had over an hour until school starts… over an hour to stay out of the jocks sight… and just over an hour until I would have failed at this and been beaten senseless and had to stagger to school, then suffer the whole day there then run home and restyle my hair so that it was all in front of my face so that mum didn’t see my bruises. See… I could write myself a schedule…

But I didn’t really know what I was going to do. I couldn’t go back… I was already out the door now… I couldn’t go to school… that’s where they would be waiting… so where to go?

I had my books in my bag… my lunch money (not that I would spend it on food anyways)… my pencils… and that was about it.

So I thought I might as well sit and write some more lyrics…

I got my book out and sat on the curb, leaning against the lamppost and I began to write.
Killed my hopes,
Called me names,
Broke my jaw,
It’s always the same.

I paused for a second chewing the end of my pen, looking for inspiration.

Nobody listens,
There’s no escape.
I’m just like you,
Gave it my everything,

Again pausing for a second I tapped the side of my pen on the note pad and then put the pen back on the paper and wrote:

Nobody loves me,
It’s driving me insane.

When I was finally happy with what I had written I smiled and closed the note pad and put it back in my backpack and then closed my eyes for a second.

Only when I opened them there were several people surrounding me making me feel claustrophobic…


“Can’t sleep here freak!” one of them said as I felt a sharp jab in my back.

“Guys leave me alone?” I said… although I knew from past experiences… that was one of the worst things I could have said at that point.

“What was that? You want us to do this? Fine by us?!” the tallest one said, he had blonde hair and I recognized him from my English class.

Not again.

I felt several bursts of pain as they took it in turns to punch and kick every inch of me they could get within a centimeter of.

This seemed so very clichéd… my whole life seemed clichéd… and the thing is… this was one of many things in my life that happened that was only supposed to be in movies! Along with… sitting at the table for family discussions…

I struggled trying desperately to get away from them, but this just made them kick and punch harder. Each time they did I just smiled. I was trying my hardest not to cry… I couldn’t… not in front of them… that would make things ten times worse… that I knew for sure.

But then this just made them angrier… and of course… that would mean that they would have a lot more anger to take out on their favorite little punch bag.

“How d’ya like that then freak?!” they said before three of them lifted me up. I was done trying to get away from them… the harsh beating had taken it all out of me. Leaving me tired and worn. Bloodied and bruised.

They carried me down an alley way… one that I had never seen before at that… and dropped my by the rubbish bags. The smell was awful, it really was. I thought that would be it… that they would just leave me there… but no. they continued with the ruthless strikes of the jocks fists pummeling me in my stomach over and over. Each more painful than the last.

“Guys… bells gonna go in like five minutes and I need to get some more ciggy's off Dannie before” one of the brown haired guys said… I mentally thanked him for doing so…

“Fine. See you after school freak…” they all said kicking me as they walked past one of them even spat on me leaving me a crumpled bloody mess on the floor of some scary alley, completely unable to move and struggling to breathe properly…

I actually though that I would die… I wanted to die…

I gathered enough strength to pull myself up, and clutching my stomach in pain, I staggered down the street to where ray lived.


“Ow. &@#$ ! I said as I slowly staggered up the steps to his front door.

I rang the doorbell and waited for him to come to the door.

“Yo dude!” he said as he opened the door, but he cut himself short when he saw me. “Damn. Who was it this time?” he asked.

I noticed that it wasn’t ‘why? Or what happened? Or what did you do?’ just who? He already knew why I was in this state.

“M-more of the j-jocks… s-sport-ts team-m… &@#$ d-do you mind if I c-come in and get c-cleaned up?” I said while still clutching my stomach in pain.

“Sure… dude… you a'int going into school today. Neither am I though so I guess you can stay with me if you want? I’m meeting up with a friend later so… yeh. You can come too. It’ll be fun!” he said moving out the way so I could come into his house. This situation has happened too many times for it not to be clichéd or some set up for a film seriously!

I nodded and walked past winching every now and then.

Rays house was small, and was all very nicely decorated, the walls painted to match the contents of the room. I went straight to the bathroom and ran the taps. I needed to look in the mirror… but I hate mirrors. I always try my hardest to avoid them but in situations like this I didn’t really have much choice!

My face was red, both from soon-to-be bruises and from blood, luckily though my lip piercing had survived! I put both my hands under the water and splashed myself with water, the cool nice on my face.

“so then you wanna come with Me today yeh?” he asked as he came into the room carrying a towel and a set of clothes that looked mahoosive.

“yeh… please. Dude… I think I left some of my clothes here last time I stayed the night… mind if I wear them?... I would drown In these!” I said sighing.

He nodded and walked out the room smiling then giving me the clothes and leaving me to get changed.


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