Honey, if you stay I'll be forgiven
to be a joke
Jess' P.O.V
We were all walking to wards the cafeteria, me, Beth Jordan, Kate and Dylan. I was so hungry but I knew I couldn't eat anything big anyways, then I realised I had forgotten my money. “back in a sec, forgot my money” I shouted towards them, Beth turned around and gave the thumbs up so I ran towards my locker as fast as I could so I could get my money quickly and go into the line with them while it was short. On my way back I heard shouting, coming from the field, as I got closer I could see Kate, Dylan, Jordan, and a few others from my year crowded around something, probably nothing I thought to myself, but as I walked even closer to the crowd, meters away from them I heard someone shout “emo loser” I heard another person call “yeah, go back to your little punk world where you belong, and stay away from us fuck tard!” I heard another, more familiar, girls voice chant “ we don’t want you here, shit head!”. When I heard the first chant I thought it was playful banter, but walking forward toward the crowd to get a better view of the situation.
A medium sized boy was in the middle of all of these people, he had skin pale as ice, black eyes and full pink lips, he was cute, and there was no doubt about that. But when I got a look in to see what happened his lip was cut, and there blood trickling down his chin, his eyes were full of held back tears ready to burst. But why? I couldn't understand? Why had they targeted him? He was new, sure but there was nothing different about him that I could see… However as I looked closer I noticed under his school shirt was a top that had the name of a Rock band I recognised on it, he had an ear stretcher in, but he had hidden behind his long fringe, Finally I noticed his real brown hair was coming through the unrealistic jet black dye. It finally hit me! They were bullying him because he was… like me, different, into less mainstream things then them, darker things with hidden meanings, complicated things that only some understood, I had hidden this side of myself from them for a long time in fear that this would've been be, but if I was just going to stand by and watch this poor guy get taunted and beaten up by a bunch of stupid school children, then I would have had to abandoned all I stood for, never had I ever stood for this, victimising of the innocent, I had to step in and do something! Something not so drastic but I couldn't let them beat him to a pulp, I knew he wouldn't fight back I could tell.
So I submerged into the crowd, pushing and shoving them out the way so I could get to him. I didn't even know his name and I was risking my ‘life’ for him, but just at that moment… Someone threw a rock in the direction of his face, I dived towards it as if it were a bomb that was going to explode at any Minute, I was deflecting the boys face with my chest, he was crouched down so it was easy to spread my body across the target, the impact of the rock hurt, it cut into my chest but only slightly and I had trained myself not to show emotion so this was easy.
The crowd stood, still they didn't speak and it all fell silent, some stood with open mouths others with wide eyes, I searched for the three familiar faces I knew: Kate, Dylan and Jordan, they stood right at the front, watching it all happen. The silence was broken with a voice somewhere in the crowd. “get away from him this isn't your battle to fight” Another voice from the other side of the crowd called “Yeah, he didn't ask for your help”. I Ignored the calls and turned towards the boy, I could see fully his cut lip, and his features, each as bold as the other, his eyes, even though dark reflected the sunlight, I could see his held back tears, again fully. I Knelt down to this hurt boy, as if tending to an unpredictable, fragile animal, I held him in my arms, I shouted into the crowd – who were now fading away- “don’t just stand there! He’s hurt, and its you’re fault! Someone, you *pointing at a girl* call the nurse out here…” I waited for a reply but didn't get one “NOW, don't just fucking stand there, go and get someone to help NOW!” The girl ran off into the school building, everyone had gone inside, it was just the boy and I on the field, by ourselves. The boy was paler than before, and he felt lifeless, but he was still breathing.
I Noticed it wasn't just his lip that was bleeding, a crimson patch on his side was showing through his top and white school shirt. Without thinking I lifted up his shirt to see the injury, it was bad. A Large wound, deep into his side with blood, oozing out from the cut, I took of my jumper and tied it around his waist. This harm had obviously been done on purpose by someone, with a sharp rock definitely. I helped him up onto a bench supporting his side.I slightly cradled his head, we waited for the nurse together, and I whispered into his ear “don’t worry everything is going to be just okay, wait and see”
We were all walking to wards the cafeteria, me, Beth Jordan, Kate and Dylan. I was so hungry but I knew I couldn't eat anything big anyways, then I realised I had forgotten my money. “back in a sec, forgot my money” I shouted towards them, Beth turned around and gave the thumbs up so I ran towards my locker as fast as I could so I could get my money quickly and go into the line with them while it was short. On my way back I heard shouting, coming from the field, as I got closer I could see Kate, Dylan, Jordan, and a few others from my year crowded around something, probably nothing I thought to myself, but as I walked even closer to the crowd, meters away from them I heard someone shout “emo loser” I heard another person call “yeah, go back to your little punk world where you belong, and stay away from us fuck tard!” I heard another, more familiar, girls voice chant “ we don’t want you here, shit head!”. When I heard the first chant I thought it was playful banter, but walking forward toward the crowd to get a better view of the situation.
A medium sized boy was in the middle of all of these people, he had skin pale as ice, black eyes and full pink lips, he was cute, and there was no doubt about that. But when I got a look in to see what happened his lip was cut, and there blood trickling down his chin, his eyes were full of held back tears ready to burst. But why? I couldn't understand? Why had they targeted him? He was new, sure but there was nothing different about him that I could see… However as I looked closer I noticed under his school shirt was a top that had the name of a Rock band I recognised on it, he had an ear stretcher in, but he had hidden behind his long fringe, Finally I noticed his real brown hair was coming through the unrealistic jet black dye. It finally hit me! They were bullying him because he was… like me, different, into less mainstream things then them, darker things with hidden meanings, complicated things that only some understood, I had hidden this side of myself from them for a long time in fear that this would've been be, but if I was just going to stand by and watch this poor guy get taunted and beaten up by a bunch of stupid school children, then I would have had to abandoned all I stood for, never had I ever stood for this, victimising of the innocent, I had to step in and do something! Something not so drastic but I couldn't let them beat him to a pulp, I knew he wouldn't fight back I could tell.
So I submerged into the crowd, pushing and shoving them out the way so I could get to him. I didn't even know his name and I was risking my ‘life’ for him, but just at that moment… Someone threw a rock in the direction of his face, I dived towards it as if it were a bomb that was going to explode at any Minute, I was deflecting the boys face with my chest, he was crouched down so it was easy to spread my body across the target, the impact of the rock hurt, it cut into my chest but only slightly and I had trained myself not to show emotion so this was easy.
The crowd stood, still they didn't speak and it all fell silent, some stood with open mouths others with wide eyes, I searched for the three familiar faces I knew: Kate, Dylan and Jordan, they stood right at the front, watching it all happen. The silence was broken with a voice somewhere in the crowd. “get away from him this isn't your battle to fight” Another voice from the other side of the crowd called “Yeah, he didn't ask for your help”. I Ignored the calls and turned towards the boy, I could see fully his cut lip, and his features, each as bold as the other, his eyes, even though dark reflected the sunlight, I could see his held back tears, again fully. I Knelt down to this hurt boy, as if tending to an unpredictable, fragile animal, I held him in my arms, I shouted into the crowd – who were now fading away- “don’t just stand there! He’s hurt, and its you’re fault! Someone, you *pointing at a girl* call the nurse out here…” I waited for a reply but didn't get one “NOW, don't just fucking stand there, go and get someone to help NOW!” The girl ran off into the school building, everyone had gone inside, it was just the boy and I on the field, by ourselves. The boy was paler than before, and he felt lifeless, but he was still breathing.
I Noticed it wasn't just his lip that was bleeding, a crimson patch on his side was showing through his top and white school shirt. Without thinking I lifted up his shirt to see the injury, it was bad. A Large wound, deep into his side with blood, oozing out from the cut, I took of my jumper and tied it around his waist. This harm had obviously been done on purpose by someone, with a sharp rock definitely. I helped him up onto a bench supporting his side.I slightly cradled his head, we waited for the nurse together, and I whispered into his ear “don’t worry everything is going to be just okay, wait and see”
Notes
first chapter,first fanfic...
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Make a sequel pleaseeee!!!!
2/1/14