Royals

(1)

"Stop! Please!" I beg. A fist connects with my gut and I'm thrown against the wall of lockers.
Another hit is brought to my side making me grunt in pain. I cry out for help again not knowing what else to do in my time of need.

"You whore." Words thrown in my face like a bitch slap, but this one hurts more. My hair is pulled and I am being directed to the sink in the bathroom that we were situated in. "Eat soap you little shit."

Soap enters my mouth making me gag. Tears burn my skin, showing how weak I am against my prey. "Till next time.." The sly voice says in my ear making me cringe in disgust. What kind of monster would hurt someone for going to the wash room after class.

Those who like seeing innocent people hurt.

Those who want to see others bleed for their own amusement.

Those who want to see others break, starting from the inside and slowly making its way out.

I hear the doors clank together, signalling my freedom.

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Taking my bags from my locker, I scurry down the hall towards the door. When I see the big door I sigh in relief. I push through, letting the fresh cold air hit my cheeks. Burning from the cold, my cheeks grow a rosy pink colour. I don't shout or mutter about the cold weather because I'm relived to be out of school.

Its like making it out to a plane crash alive.

I walk home with the wind blowing through my hair, eyes watering from the burn that the cold air is creating. My once rosy cheeks are now a deep red.

Stopping in my tracks, I hear that devil voice call from behind me. Down the street I see her.
She getting closer and closer. All I can do is stay in my spot. My feet glued to the ground
beneath them.

Like someone had pulled the evil prank of glueing the bottom of my shoes to their spot.

I turn my head and see that home is only another block away. I try to take a step but once again
I'm terminated of the action. I shift my view behind me, but instead of a full view, I get a glimpse of the face I fear the most. Suddenly its black.

My head is whipped to the side and my mind is blurred. Thoughts bump around my head and buzz like a hive of bees. I feel the imprint of a familiar hand hitting my face. The sting almost unbearable. I cry out in pain but its no use, no one ever comes...

"You little bitch.. Think you can run from your daily meeting?" She hisses, as my vision starts to clear up.

I struggle out a little whimper, "no." My heart beating a thousand beats a minute. A plane could crash right beside us and I wouldn't know. A shark could bit my arm off and I wouldn't feel it because al my focus is on my heart beating about what she might to turn this encounter into.

The only way to make this hurt less is to hope for the best.

I watch as her arm raises and her fingers spread out. I close my eyes as tight a I could muster but I don't feel anything. Nothing happened. I open an eye, peaking a look to see what she was planing in that devil head of hers.

Instead I see no one. I see the street as normal in front of my eyes. Where did she go? I ask myself. I hear someone grunt, in a pain like way. I look down and see her on the ground, but its no longer just me and her now. Some one else is holding her down.

Someone came, but... no one ever comes...

Notes

Thoughts?

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