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He was an average boy that ranked at the bottom of the proverbial food chain. He was stepped on, kicked, and walked over. He didn't ask for respect because he didn't know what it was. He'd certainly never received any from anyone.
They had left him, hunched over on the stairs with blood running down his flesh that was slowly becoming a rich purple. It would definately hurt tomorrow because it hurt already and it would probably continue throbbing for the rest of the day. It might hurt even more tomorrow if they did it again.
They were, of course, the bullies. They'd been there since first grade to knock him down and make sure he didn't get back up. They were the athletes with the amazing talent, promising futures, and gorgeous girlfriends.
"Why me?" Kyle vocally asked himself, "What did I do to deserve this?"
He swallowed more tears as he tried to stand up, but wobbled and quickly sat down again.
It was his fault this happened, or so he told himself. If he were stronger, smarter, or more athletic he wouldn't be in this situation. He was so pathetic... He couldn't even fix the simplest problem.
He sighed and slowly stood, using the handrail to aid his motions. He coughed heavily and attempted to ignore the aching sensations ripping through his throat. As he wiped the blood off of his face with his shirt, he noted that he needed to go get a custodian. They got very upset when they found dried blood on the floor.
Picking up his scattered books, he made his way to class even though he would get a detention for being so late. It didn't matter. The same thing would happen tomorrow and the day after. It was an endless cycle that never stopped and there was nothing he could do about it. What good could he do anyway? He was just an average boy that ranked at the bottom of the proverbial food chain.