Current reviewer(s)-yui (guest) and Stolen
I watched as the four kids walked over to Sombra. She was oblivious to them. When she finally looked at them I saw her face. As they beat her up the others cheered. I cringed and felt bile rise in my throat. Bending over I began to wretch. My breakfast came up my esophagus and landed on the ground in front of me. After several minutes, I was only dry heaving. I wiped my mouth and stood up.
Sombra was still hidden from my view and I heard Janice start talking. She taunted her and I heard Sombra's voice yell out one word, never. Thankfully, the bus pulled up at that moment and one of the guys in the crowd called this out. The crowd dissipated and I saw Sombra in glimpses between the bodies that pushed by me. I frowned and sighed before getting in line behind the others and getting on the bus.
Sombra walked on about a minute after the last person had slid into their seat. When she walked by me I noticed the blood that was coming from the corner of her mouth. I felt a pang of guilt and turned away, ashamed. I hadn't tried to help her. What kind of friend was I if I didn't even do that? That thought troubled my thoughts as the bus drove on.
When we arrived at our high school fifteen minutes later I was one of the first to get off of the bus. I headed to my Physical Health classroom and dove into my work. The first bell rang a few minutes later and I was soon joined by my friends and almost forgot about that morning.
"Good morning class." our teacher, Mr. Holland, said in his raspy tone.
"Good morning Mr. Holland." Most of us replied back.
"Today we're going to be learning how to work with ribs. Please open your books to page 183 and read up to page 186. If you have any questions raise your hand and I will answer them as best as I can."
I opened my book to the page he had told us and started reading. It talked about how our ribs protect our hearts and lungs, which I already knew. It also spoke of how to treat broken ribs and bruised ribs. I was confused how a bone could be bruised, but whatever. When I finished reading I looked up and saw that Mr. Holland had written on the board for us to start on an essay on how to treat ribs. It would be due on Wednesday and needed to be at least 750 words long.
I sighed and reached into my book bag for a notebook and pen. When I finally found one I opened it up to a new page and began to write. When the bell rang my hand was cramping and I had filled up a page and a half with my scrawling writing. I put away my book and left the classroom, my notebook in hand. The hallways as usual were insane and I could barely get through. Once I got to my next class I sat at my seat in the back row. When Sombra walked in the pang of guilt from earlier returned and I looked down at my notebook to avoid meeting her eyes.
She had a large bruise on her cheek and a few cuts on her face. If she had any other injuries, which there was no doubt that she did, they were hidden by her maroon long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. I heard the chair in front of me being pulled out and looked up to see her back. Well, shoot. I had forgotten that she sat in front of me. Now I really feel like a horrendous friend. I pulled a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled a note on it. I then slid the note onto her desk. She looked at it reached into her bag. She hunched over the paper and I had the paper in front of me again moments later. I opened it and read it.
Are you alright?
You saw what happened.
I wrote back that I was sorry for not doing anything and handed her the note.
It's fine. You couldn't have done anything. It was four to one.
I still could have tried to do something!
Stop, you're just making a big deal out of nothing. I said it was fine.
Okay, just let me know if you want me to do anything.
Yeah, pay attention to the teacher.
I wish that Henry would stop worrying about me. It's not like he can do anything to help. This is my battle. I felt my shoulder twinge again and winced. I hate this. I really do. It's as if I can't escape. Then again, how could people not hate me? I'm broken. I'm damaged merchandise. I learned about two years ago that fighting them back would do nothing, but cause more damage. It's truly astounding what people do to those who are different.
The bullying really started around my seventh year. As all the girls were starting to notice guys, I wasn't. I'll save that story for another time though. I don't even know why it happened that way. Maybe God-if there even is one-decided that I had to be punished. Oh well, it is what it is. Now I just have to make it through the day without getting beat up too badly. This could be my day…or not. I guess I'll see as today goes on.
Responses to reviews!
Yui- yes Sombra can defend herself, but as I said in this chapter it does nothing. I hope you like this story!
Stolen- see above