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I jogged down the hallway, late for my next class. I double-checked my watch and sped up. I had met up with John in between periods to ask him over to help with my speech. He said that he'd be around almost straight after school, which made me excited. But now I was late.

"That's the last time I do that. That's why it's easier not having friends. "

As I thought this, I tripped and went flying, landing hard on the lino floor. My bag split open and books were sent in all directions. My personal organizer slid out of its pocket and slammed on the floor, the batteries scattering.

I staggered to my feet, rubbing my elbows and knees. I glanced around to see what had tripped me and felt my heart skip a beat. The mean boys from my class were making their way towards me. A couple was picking up my stuff, one ripping my books, the other standing on my personal organizer. Two more were striding towards me, evil smirks on all of their faces.

"Hey Damien, a bit late for class, aren't you? Fancy a chat?" Lucas said.

I shook my head, backing up down the hall. I didn't want this to happen again. Last time I was cornered like this I was beaten so bad I was hospitalized. The boys must've seen the fear in my eyes, because they started sniggering.

"Hello, Damien. How have you been? We haven't been of your acquaintance for a while... You were in hospital for a week, right?" Louis asked.

The other three chuckled cruelly as they stalked forwards, forcing me to back up against the boy's toilet door.

Heart thumping in my throat, I raked my eyes across the approaching boys, trying to find a gap to escape. I tried to bolt for it, but two of the boys caught me by the arms and dragged me into the toilets. I was pushed to the floor violently and kicked a few times in the side.

Scared senseless and tasting blood and vomit in my mouth, I threw my arms up to protect my face as they kicked me again. I was pleading them to stop in my mind, trying to scream for help in vain. My tormentors seemed to enjoy the look of petrified fear on my face as they laughed cruelly. One stamped on my outstretched hand, making my bones break and blood to pour from my cracked nails. Another spat at my face.

"Damien, you're a faggot, aren't you? You can't say no... You can't even call for help! How pathetic!" Mark said.

I felt so helpless. I couldn't defend myself or call for help. I rolled onto my side to try to get up, but one of the boys rolled me back over and held my arms and another grabbed my legs. Unable to move, I closed my eyes, praying someone would come to save me. I heard the door creak open and then someone new ask,

"What the hell's going on here?"

The guys roughly pulled me to my feet and dusted me down. Confused, I peered at the new comer through blurry eyes. John was standing before them, looking thunderous.

"We're not sure, man... We just found him lying down there... Ehy, guys?" Louis mumbled.

The other three agreed in unison, nodding dumbly. I watched the four guys and John. They seemed afraid of him. But of course, I realized, He can fight back, can't he?

"Get out of it! Go on! If I see you near him again.." John shouted.

They all ran for it, leaving me swaying dangerously on my feet. Before I collapsed, John was by my side; holding me steady.

"I found all your belongings in the hall, plus this..." He explained, holding up the shattered remains of my personal organizer. "They must've stood on it, it's beyond repair."

I nodded dumbly, fighting the hazy fog of agony and fear that clouded my mind. Many questions were fighting to get out, like why John was there and why the guys hadn't tried to fight him. I looked down and vaguely realized I had blood and vomit all down my front.

"You have to come to the sick bay."

I clutched at him, not wanting him to leave.

"I'll come with you, don't worry."

He started to lead me through the door and down the corridor, quite aware that I was shaking violently.

"It's OK. No one will hurt you now. I'm here...They won't get away with this!"

I clutched at his arm with my good hand, terrified that those guys would come back to finish the job. I let myself be led to the sickbay where I was sat down on the plastic-covered bed and fussed over by Ms. Warner, the school nurse. John explained what happened to the dean, while my mother was called and also an ambulance. Everything happened so fast, it was a blur to me.

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Even if you don't understand the lyrics; it's really beautiful and I think it fits the story perfectly. What do you think?

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