That skinny leg steps across the zebra where pedestrians cross. The young man tightened his grip on the backpack. It was quite cold in the morning, and he had neither a coat or a warm jacket to keep he warm.
Lucky Nathan made it to the bus stop without being late. Waiting for a bus to take him to school. He doesn't have to run like he did last time. Long enough to wait, but it's better this way than losing another bus. Within walking distance are seen young men squeezing other weaker men. Nathan immediately took his eyes off him as he accidentally met one of the bullies.
His heart skipped a beat as the corner of his eye caught the crowd walking toward him. Nathan couldn't hide his trembling hands. He's scared, he's really scared. It's better to just disappear right now. Lucky for the bus he had been waiting for before the young man got where he was. Hurry Nathan onto the bus and sit on one of the seats by the window. He tried to act natural when the group looked up at him. As the bus passed the distressed young man in the shelter, Nathan turned to find him in a predicament. Their uniforms are different. Nathan could'nt believe that even an elite school would be subjected to this sort of abuse.
His feet trembled as his gaze met the young man. There was compassion, but Nathan realized he was far more compassionate. It wasn't raining, it wasn't cloudy, but her heart was gloomy like a black cloud over her stall. Nathan can only mumble sorry. Hoping the young man there would understand his cowardice.
Nathan realizes he's not just a helpless victim. He's a coward no different from the shit.
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Like any other day, Nathan chose not to be so conspicuous. He always looked down as he walked down the corridor. Until arrived safely on a bench very different from the other students. Nathan looked pretty normal with cuss on his stool. He didn't even have the intention of erasing 'sweetness' in front of him. The young man knew what would happen if he dared to remove a scribble on his stool.
Pretty quiet day. Nathan points his chin at his arm and elbow. Gazing meaningfully at the clouds slowly moving out there. The sun poured down on his face, causing a small shock from a forced petal staring at the sun. Nathan watches, warmed over his tiraded face.
'Srrek—'
His ears caught the sound of the pulled chair. He immediately looked at the sound coming from the bench next to him. With whatever encouragement Nathan gave him a happy smile.
"I—it's yours" thundered out the handkerchief of the girl next to him. Nathan felt his cheeks heated even by just speaking a word.
The girl only glanced over and went back to her cell-phone activity. "Throw it out if you don't need it."
Nathan looked puzzled. Does he ever make mistakes without remembering? The fact that his poison actually caused him a lot of pain. Nathan again pulled his hand, squeezing the handkerchief in silence.
"Just keep on not getting to know each other like always, I'm helping you doesn't mean we're friends."
Nathan just nodded even though he felt pain inside. The young man then stared again at the cloud outside that grew into a black mass. It seems the sky understands his feelings. His heart sank as if it were raining. A lot of people think high school is a golden time to get a deep impression. It's true, but what Nathan feels is very different. His deep impression of pleasure was far from delightful.
Like when he was pulled out of class at recess. The big guy pulled her up to the corridor with the rest of the youth looked on intimidation.
'Buaagh!'
"Cough!!"
The first punch he gets right through the heart. Nathan couldn't resist something coming out of his body. The viscous fluid soaked through the floor and part of his clothing.
"If you try to fight again, we'll really finish you off!" Gerald loudly threatened with his heavy voice.
None of the students had the courage to break up. The whole set of eyes just stare no matter how many people don't even consider what's right in front of them. Everything went by as usual until the teacher's call succeeded in stopping Gerald and the others.
"Hey! Don't make a scene in the middle of corridor!!"
Like a two-faced man, Gerald smiled kindly and bowed in an apology. "Sorry Sir, there's a misunderstanding here."
The teacher was in doubt "well, stop it already. And you! Get that stain off the floor!"
Nathan was shocked when the teacher spoke up. How sad he was, he's the only one who gets this injustice. Just letting Nathan wipe off his blood with the tip of his blazer.
From inside classroom, Ian staring directly at the event that was right outside his classroom. He looked at Nathan, who was still busy wiping the floors. And then, Ian went back to his chair as if nothing had happened.
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The reflection in the mirror made a mockery of him. Becauy color of his eyes which Nathan detested for reminding his dead parents.
"Why?"His soft face was wet with tears and tap water. His uniform still looked chaotic with blood stains on it.
"Why? Why don't I just die!!" Nathan slurred in the middle of a running faucet. Covered her stifling snarls. Sadly, he is nothing more than a piece of worthless body. Her breasts felt very tight. How much longer will he have to bear this alone?
In the middle of his group of students crammed into the cafeteria, Nathan simply passed by without the intention of buying a loaf of bread. The nausea was so overwhelming, Gerald's kick was so strong that he even vomited blood.
The thin young man staggered round the corridor wall. Walking to his classroom, Nathan thought it best not to leave the classroom for one second. His lunch hour became a nightmare of his dark days.
Sit his ass against a hard wooden chair with uneven legs. Nathan has to keep that chair from rocking while he's sitting. His eyes were a little bulbous as he accidentally touched the other thing in his desk drawer. Nathan grabbed something deep enough, like someone put it in there.
He was further puzzled when found a box of chocolate milk and bread in his desk drawer. Nathan didn't think he'd leave it there, and he was sure no one would touch the table.
It's amazing when a person deliberately leaves food for him. Nathan yearned for hope, but he realized that he was nothing. With trembling hands he unwrapped the bread and ate it slowly.With quivering lips, Nathan would not stop mocking the word "Thank you" for a small gift he received.
Before he knew it, someone was looking at him from behind the corridor window.