Why Normal People Scare Me Part 2

When I woke, I had one hell of a headache. My ribs hurt like hell, they were probably broken or fractured. I started to get up slowly (god I hope I don't pass out) and I proceeded to walk toward the bathroom to view the damage. When I looked in the mirror, the bruises on my neck from yesterday was turning black with deep shades of purple and red. I took my shirt off the view the area where my ribs are and god, it was horrible. I literally started to cringe at my reflection and grabbed the bandage wraps out of the cupboard above the sink and began to wrap them around my waist as tight as I possibly could.I walked back into my room and grabbed a random shirt off of my floor (It was a hoodie shirt thing. It had black and brown stripes that went across the entire thing but, the hood was black.) I walked back to my bathroom, brushed through my hair messily and I brushed my teeth.

I finished getting ready quicker than I thought I would. There was still like, 5 min until I had to start walking so, I just laid curled up on my bed with my favorite plush (guys can have them too so, no judging me on this.) He was given to me when I was 12 years old, he was a green eye with a blue ring around his black pupil. I named him Septic Sam. While I was curled up (holding my only friend) I started thinking of what would happen today. I laughed at myself because I already knew what would happen. Mark's friends would call me foul names, beat me up and leave me coughing up blood. I got up off the bed and put Sam down gently. When I walked out of my room, the smell of alcohol filled my lungs, making me gag. God, I hated that horrible smell ( I wouldn't mind it as much if my "dad" wouldn't drink so often.) I knew he was either in the kitchen, passed out in a pool of piss, or on the couch. I was more frightened at the thought of him being in the kitchen, waiting for me. I rushed down the hall while I attempted to avoid the corner that turned into the kitchen I looked around the corner and to my surprise, he wasn't there. Instead, there was a note that said,"Going to the store. I'll be back not anytime soon faggot." Putting the note in a random pocket I rushed out of my home to walk to yet another prison.

I was almost at school when I noticed that someone was directly behind me. The footsteps were remotely quiet considering most people here don't care about how much noise they make. I stopped walking and the footsteps stopped soon after and I turned around to see Mark. It looked like he was incredibly upset about something. I stared into his deep brown eyes that had tears pouring out of them. "Are you okay?" I managed to say. "Mark?" He walked a little closer to me causing me to take a step back (I didn't mean to, it's just a reflex now.) When I did that, though, he started to cry even more then he was a couple of minuets ago. I found myself walking close toward him, even though I'm still terrified. "Mark, what's wrong?" After a couple of seconds, Mark;s gaze fell to the ground. "I'm so sorry Jack.." He finally managed to croak out those horrible words. I stared at him with disbelief because he actually apologized for something he didn't even do. "Sorry...for what..? You haven't done anything to me, Mark..." I finally said. He started to look and stare at me and said, " I'm the reason they're still hurting you. It's all my fucking fault... If I wouldn't have laughed when they kicked your ass...you would be fine!" "You wouldn't have those horrible fucking bruises all over you!" I dropped my gaze at my feet. Mark sighed and walked past me, still crying. I started to break down and cry right after he left me there, standing in the middle of the side walk. His footsteps started to fade in the distance while I just..stood there...not knowing what to do, I started walking to school.