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It is dark; I wonder how long I have been in here now. I don’t know why they had to put me here in the first place. I didn’t do anything to them. They always do things like this to me, just because I don’t do sports or don’t go out smoking with them they torture me like this.
I don’t know what time it is but I is probably late, I would know if they hadn’t taken my watch, they’ve probably smashed it up like they did with my glasses. They cost £100; my mum will go mad with me when she finds out. I can’t tell her the truth; I will have to tell her I broke them by accident. It is best she doesn’t know what they do to me it would only upset her.
I feel tired now, I have retraced my steps and there isn’t anything I could have done to avoid this punishment. They grabbed me after maths, my favourite class; they stamped on my glasses and took my watch then locked me in here. I think it is a cleaning cupboard as the faint stench is prevalent in the blackness of the room.
They think just because I get good grades and don’t have the same interests as them that I am inferior. That I cannot feel the pain then inflict on me and that their taunts don’t hurt me inside. It must be late now, it looks like I will be in here all night. But someone will notice I am missing, won’t they?
I am so tired now, but I cannot sleep. I cannot lay down anywhere and I am dizzy from inhaling these fumes. My mum will be wondering where I am, I am so sorry, it is my fault. I should fight back but last time I tried that I got a broken nose and bruised ribs. I don’t know how much longer I can lie to my mum about my injuries; she’ll figure it out sooner or later.
What’s that? There was a noise, footsteps. Someone has come for me! Someone out there does care about me. I listen more and the footsteps get louder, I can hear that there is more than one person. I bang on the door and yell at the top of my voice, they cannot ignore me, they will find me.
After a short silence I hear, “Hey Pete, guess who?”
I can’t believe it, it is them. The bullies who did this to me. What have they come back for? Haven’t they tortured me enough for one day?
“Let me out!” I cried, “Please.”
After another short silence I hear the clank of keys in the lock of the door and the creak as it opens. My vision is still blurry due to the absence of my glasses but I can make out two figures in front of me. The entire hall is dark and a flashlight in one of the figure’s hands dances around. He shines it in my face almost blinding me. “Are you OK?” he whispers. I nod hazily, trying to adjust to my surroundings.
Whilst still in a bit of a daze I hear a stretching sound and before I know what is going on a piece of duct tape is over my mouth and I have been thrown to the floor. They grab my legs and start to tie those too. I kick in protest but they overpower me, just like they always do. I give up fighting and they drag me through the broken school door onto the playing field. The two figures drop me and I crawl to my feet. One of them draws his hand back and I feel his fist hit me in the jaw. I scream as some of my teeth come loose and blood sprays from my mouth. I fall to the floor coughing and feel a boot hit me in my ribs, knocking me onto by back. This is the worst they have done, I want to cry but I can’t, I begin to choke on my own blood.
They pull me up to my feet once more and I feel rope around my wrist being pulled tightly. Then I am being lifted and tied up. They have strung me up to the football goals. They continue tying my ankles to the posts but I don’t fight back, there is no point. Once they have finished stringing me up they simply walk away. They have left me here alone and cold until someone finds me tomorrow morning. I finally begin to sob. I feel the warm tears trickle down my bruised cheek and I ask myself the same question over and over, “Why me?”
I open my eyes I look up at the night sky. My vision is still blurred and the tears aren’t helping my sight but I see two yellow lights at the other side of the football pitch. They are moving quickly towards me. I hear the gentle hum of an engine and realise the lights are headlights. The car is speeding towards me and I am helpless again, just like all the other times.
I screw my eyes tightly shut and take a deep breath knowing that this is it. My escape from fear, pain and injustice. This is my freedom.
I don’t know what time it is but I is probably late, I would know if they hadn’t taken my watch, they’ve probably smashed it up like they did with my glasses. They cost £100; my mum will go mad with me when she finds out. I can’t tell her the truth; I will have to tell her I broke them by accident. It is best she doesn’t know what they do to me it would only upset her.
I feel tired now, I have retraced my steps and there isn’t anything I could have done to avoid this punishment. They grabbed me after maths, my favourite class; they stamped on my glasses and took my watch then locked me in here. I think it is a cleaning cupboard as the faint stench is prevalent in the blackness of the room.
They think just because I get good grades and don’t have the same interests as them that I am inferior. That I cannot feel the pain then inflict on me and that their taunts don’t hurt me inside. It must be late now, it looks like I will be in here all night. But someone will notice I am missing, won’t they?
I am so tired now, but I cannot sleep. I cannot lay down anywhere and I am dizzy from inhaling these fumes. My mum will be wondering where I am, I am so sorry, it is my fault. I should fight back but last time I tried that I got a broken nose and bruised ribs. I don’t know how much longer I can lie to my mum about my injuries; she’ll figure it out sooner or later.
What’s that? There was a noise, footsteps. Someone has come for me! Someone out there does care about me. I listen more and the footsteps get louder, I can hear that there is more than one person. I bang on the door and yell at the top of my voice, they cannot ignore me, they will find me.
After a short silence I hear, “Hey Pete, guess who?”
I can’t believe it, it is them. The bullies who did this to me. What have they come back for? Haven’t they tortured me enough for one day?
“Let me out!” I cried, “Please.”
After another short silence I hear the clank of keys in the lock of the door and the creak as it opens. My vision is still blurry due to the absence of my glasses but I can make out two figures in front of me. The entire hall is dark and a flashlight in one of the figure’s hands dances around. He shines it in my face almost blinding me. “Are you OK?” he whispers. I nod hazily, trying to adjust to my surroundings.
Whilst still in a bit of a daze I hear a stretching sound and before I know what is going on a piece of duct tape is over my mouth and I have been thrown to the floor. They grab my legs and start to tie those too. I kick in protest but they overpower me, just like they always do. I give up fighting and they drag me through the broken school door onto the playing field. The two figures drop me and I crawl to my feet. One of them draws his hand back and I feel his fist hit me in the jaw. I scream as some of my teeth come loose and blood sprays from my mouth. I fall to the floor coughing and feel a boot hit me in my ribs, knocking me onto by back. This is the worst they have done, I want to cry but I can’t, I begin to choke on my own blood.
They pull me up to my feet once more and I feel rope around my wrist being pulled tightly. Then I am being lifted and tied up. They have strung me up to the football goals. They continue tying my ankles to the posts but I don’t fight back, there is no point. Once they have finished stringing me up they simply walk away. They have left me here alone and cold until someone finds me tomorrow morning. I finally begin to sob. I feel the warm tears trickle down my bruised cheek and I ask myself the same question over and over, “Why me?”
I open my eyes I look up at the night sky. My vision is still blurred and the tears aren’t helping my sight but I see two yellow lights at the other side of the football pitch. They are moving quickly towards me. I hear the gentle hum of an engine and realise the lights are headlights. The car is speeding towards me and I am helpless again, just like all the other times.
I screw my eyes tightly shut and take a deep breath knowing that this is it. My escape from fear, pain and injustice. This is my freedom.
If maths is your favourite topic, you deserve to be strung up on football posts.
Non-violently of course.
*rar*
Smirks again.
Said the man with a smirky face.
*rar*
Non-violently of course.
*rar*
Smirks again.
Said the man with a smirky face.
*rar*
nice... again, nice isnt the right word, but well written. Good for you
Cool.
Well, not cool exactly, but I liked it.
That is to say .... it was good.
Although not good in the purest form of the word.
You know what I mean, well written and a good read.
Huzzah!
Well, not cool exactly, but I liked it.
That is to say .... it was good.
Although not good in the purest form of the word.
You know what I mean, well written and a good read.
Huzzah!
Nice one, although 'nice' isn't the right word :)
It is dark; I wonder how long I have been in here now. I don’t know why they had to put me here in the first place. I didn’t do anything to them. They always do things like this to me, just because I don’t do sports or don’t go out smoking with them they torture me like this.
I don’t know what time it is but I is probably late, I would know if they hadn’t taken my watch, they’ve probably smashed it up like they did with my glasses. They cost £100; my mum will go mad with me when she finds out. I can’t tell her the truth; I will have to tell her I broke them by accident. It is best she doesn’t know what they do to me it would only upset her.
I feel tired now, I have retraced my steps and there isn’t anything I could have done to avoid this punishment. They grabbed me after maths, my favourite class; they stamped on my glasses and took my watch then locked me in here. I think it is a cleaning cupboard as the faint stench is prevalent in the blackness of the room.
They think just because I get good grades and don’t have the same interests as them that I am inferior. That I cannot feel the pain then inflict on me and that their taunts don’t hurt me inside. It must be late now, it looks like I will be in here all night. But someone will notice I am missing, won’t they?
I am so tired now, but I cannot sleep. I cannot lay down anywhere and I am dizzy from inhaling these fumes. My mum will be wondering where I am, I am so sorry, it is my fault. I should fight back but last time I tried that I got a broken nose and bruised ribs. I don’t know how much longer I can lie to my mum about my injuries; she’ll figure it out sooner or later.
What’s that? There was a noise, footsteps. Someone has come for me! Someone out there does care about me. I listen more and the footsteps get louder, I can hear that there is more than one person. I bang on the door and yell at the top of my voice, they cannot ignore me, they will find me.
After a short silence I hear, “Hey Pete, guess who?”
I can’t believe it, it is them. The bullies who did this to me. What have they come back for? Haven’t they tortured me enough for one day?
“Let me out!” I cried, “Please.”
After another short silence I hear the clank of keys in the lock of the door and the creak as it opens. My vision is still blurry due to the absence of my glasses but I can make out two figures in front of me. The entire hall is dark and a flashlight in one of the figure’s hands dances around. He shines it in my face almost blinding me. “Are you OK?” he whispers. I nod hazily, trying to adjust to my surroundings.
Whilst still in a bit of a daze I hear a stretching sound and before I know what is going on a piece of duct tape is over my mouth and I have been thrown to the floor. They grab my legs and start to tie those too. I kick in protest but they overpower me, just like they always do. I give up fighting and they drag me through the broken school door onto the playing field. The two figures drop me and I crawl to my feet. One of them draws his hand back and I feel his fist hit me in the jaw. I scream as some of my teeth come loose and blood sprays from my mouth. I fall to the floor coughing and feel a boot hit me in my ribs, knocking me onto by back. This is the worst they have done, I want to cry but I can’t, I begin to choke on my own blood.
They pull me up to my feet once more and I feel rope around my wrist being pulled tightly. Then I am being lifted and tied up. They have strung me up to the football goals. They continue tying my ankles to the posts but I don’t fight back, there is no point. Once they have finished stringing me up they simply walk away. They have left me here alone and cold until someone finds me tomorrow morning. I finally begin to sob. I feel the warm tears trickle down my bruised cheek and I ask myself the same question over and over, “Why me?”
I open my eyes I look up at the night sky. My vision is still blurred and the tears aren’t helping my sight but I see two yellow lights at the other side of the football pitch. They are moving quickly towards me. I hear the gentle hum of an engine and realise the lights are headlights. The car is speeding towards me and I am helpless again, just like all the other times.
I screw my eyes tightly shut and take a deep breath knowing that this is it. My escape from fear, pain and injustice. This is my freedom.
I don’t know what time it is but I is probably late, I would know if they hadn’t taken my watch, they’ve probably smashed it up like they did with my glasses. They cost £100; my mum will go mad with me when she finds out. I can’t tell her the truth; I will have to tell her I broke them by accident. It is best she doesn’t know what they do to me it would only upset her.
I feel tired now, I have retraced my steps and there isn’t anything I could have done to avoid this punishment. They grabbed me after maths, my favourite class; they stamped on my glasses and took my watch then locked me in here. I think it is a cleaning cupboard as the faint stench is prevalent in the blackness of the room.
They think just because I get good grades and don’t have the same interests as them that I am inferior. That I cannot feel the pain then inflict on me and that their taunts don’t hurt me inside. It must be late now, it looks like I will be in here all night. But someone will notice I am missing, won’t they?
I am so tired now, but I cannot sleep. I cannot lay down anywhere and I am dizzy from inhaling these fumes. My mum will be wondering where I am, I am so sorry, it is my fault. I should fight back but last time I tried that I got a broken nose and bruised ribs. I don’t know how much longer I can lie to my mum about my injuries; she’ll figure it out sooner or later.
What’s that? There was a noise, footsteps. Someone has come for me! Someone out there does care about me. I listen more and the footsteps get louder, I can hear that there is more than one person. I bang on the door and yell at the top of my voice, they cannot ignore me, they will find me.
After a short silence I hear, “Hey Pete, guess who?”
I can’t believe it, it is them. The bullies who did this to me. What have they come back for? Haven’t they tortured me enough for one day?
“Let me out!” I cried, “Please.”
After another short silence I hear the clank of keys in the lock of the door and the creak as it opens. My vision is still blurry due to the absence of my glasses but I can make out two figures in front of me. The entire hall is dark and a flashlight in one of the figure’s hands dances around. He shines it in my face almost blinding me. “Are you OK?” he whispers. I nod hazily, trying to adjust to my surroundings.
Whilst still in a bit of a daze I hear a stretching sound and before I know what is going on a piece of duct tape is over my mouth and I have been thrown to the floor. They grab my legs and start to tie those too. I kick in protest but they overpower me, just like they always do. I give up fighting and they drag me through the broken school door onto the playing field. The two figures drop me and I crawl to my feet. One of them draws his hand back and I feel his fist hit me in the jaw. I scream as some of my teeth come loose and blood sprays from my mouth. I fall to the floor coughing and feel a boot hit me in my ribs, knocking me onto by back. This is the worst they have done, I want to cry but I can’t, I begin to choke on my own blood.
They pull me up to my feet once more and I feel rope around my wrist being pulled tightly. Then I am being lifted and tied up. They have strung me up to the football goals. They continue tying my ankles to the posts but I don’t fight back, there is no point. Once they have finished stringing me up they simply walk away. They have left me here alone and cold until someone finds me tomorrow morning. I finally begin to sob. I feel the warm tears trickle down my bruised cheek and I ask myself the same question over and over, “Why me?”
I open my eyes I look up at the night sky. My vision is still blurred and the tears aren’t helping my sight but I see two yellow lights at the other side of the football pitch. They are moving quickly towards me. I hear the gentle hum of an engine and realise the lights are headlights. The car is speeding towards me and I am helpless again, just like all the other times.
I screw my eyes tightly shut and take a deep breath knowing that this is it. My escape from fear, pain and injustice. This is my freedom.