the gun didn't work out

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  • Published: 9 Jun 2014
  • Updated: 29 Nov 2014
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So if you're reading this, you've found yourself a life story, mine to be exact. Don't be too shocked by what you read, others probably have it worse, but I do want to mention that suicide never the solution is. Unfortunately for me, there was no one to tell me this until after the gun didn't work out, so I had learnt it the hard way.


3. what happened to cause this (part two)

Weeks had passed since the little ''accident" in which I was both falsely accused and punished because of Shelly. People won't come within a 3 feet radius from me, like I'm some sort of disease, I guess it's better than being hit or being made fun of, but still I wished someone would acknowledge my existence. So the weeks had passed and Shelly got a boyfriend who apparently didn't like the things he heard about me, wow I wonder what she said? (note the sarcasm) He decided to talk to me, with his friends, from the boxing club, who weren't the most talkative type. 

I was walking through the halls with my headphones on, pierce the veil- hell above, when I got the shit scared out of me. Someone had put their hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him/her, I looked up and saw a broad and muscled chest, I looked further up and saw the head off Shelly's boyfriend.

Oh shit, I really didn't want to deal with this now! I got frightened and punched him everywhere I could. Apparently I hit him in the right spot because he grunted and let go. I turned around and ran as fast as I could, unfortunately without noticing where I went.

I looked up when I felt safe and took in my surroundings only to freeze. I was in a dead end hall with three doors, one to the girls- and one to the guys changing rooms and the last one belonged to the gym. I almost shrieked when I heard someone grumbling and footsteps walking over to where I was standing. I knew I had to run but the only way out was blocked by a big pissed off guy who's best trait wasn't forgiving people, or being calm for that matter.

My only option was hiding, I ran to the girls changing room and sprinted to the bathroom where I ripped open a stall door and locked it from the inside. The footsteps grew louder and I heard him come in. He stopped in front of my stall and I heard him snicker, he raised his voice and began talking to me with a "sweet" voice.

''If you come out now, I might not hurt you too bad.'', it sounded tempting, but I wasn't an idiot. I stayed right where I was and tried not to make a sound. He on the other hand basically growled. He angrily typed something on what I presume is his phone and I spoke with someone.

After a short angry conversation and about 6 minutes of waiting, his complete posse had arrived. Three guys from the boxing club and two other buddies from school. One of them started rummaging at the door and the lock and I shrieked loudly.

I heard some laughter at the other end of the door and I felt tears rising. I heard a click and the door swung open. I stared right in the face of Shelly's boyfriend. I noticed his lip was split and his eyes were spewing fire, if looks could kill I had been dead and buried 6 feet under already.

He grabbed me by the collar of my sweater and dragged me to the other side of the locker room, he threw me against the wall, hard, and I started coughing. The air had been knocked out of my lungs and he was currently gripping my hair tightly in his disgusting fist. He lifted my head to look at him and even though I struggled I couldn't escape the freaking death grip he had on my hair. 

''You should have come out the door when I was asking nicely, you fucking psycho.'', He laughed with the rest of his posse. I always liked to call them his little donkey friends seeing how they're just as stupid as donkeys, only good at following and never think for themselves.

He kicked me in my stomach and I huddled over, however he was still holding my hair and yanked me right up again. Continuing in that sickening voice of his he spat in my face. ''You know, my babe said that you were being a little bitch to her, and that you had beaten her in middle school, even broke her fingers once.'', fucking lies, one by one, all lies.

He forced me to look at him, and I was just so mad. I did something that might not have been my smartest move, I looked him right in the eyes and boldly told him my view of Shelly.

''You know what Shelly is? She's a lying manipulative bitch who is using you to get to me, she is a whore and a heartless, worthless piece of-'', I was cut off by a punch in my face.

He let my hair go and I rolled on the ground, blood gushing from my nose. He shouted something, but there was this ringing in my head that made everything sound distorted. I had tried to stand up but my legs had gone numb.

His donkey buddies were punching and kicking me everywhere possible, after trying to block the kicks the best I could I couldn't focus my eyes anymore and black surrounded me. I had passed out and after that I have no idea what happened. I woke up in a hospital bed with a worried girl next to me, that would be the start of my friendship with M. 

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