Dig It

I kept coming in and out of consciousness, my vision was blurred though all of it, once I woke up I was soaking wet still laying on the field, I groaned while I pushed myself up, my rips hurt like a bitch and my hands were covered in my own blood, once I got up on my feet I got my rucksack and walked home, as soon as I got in I went up to my room, no one seemed to noticed I was home, I heard my phone beep as soon as I walked into my room I pulled it out my pocket, it red;
"Unknown Number" *you're dead* "Who's this?" *you're a fucking freak and I don't want you breathing* I didn't answer I was too scared to even move, once I snapped out of it I went to my bathroom and cleaned off the blood, I looked in the mirror I had a black eye and mud all over me, I sighed and washed my face carefully dodging my eye, I began to strip before I got into my room, I went to bed in my underwear as I was about to drift off I got another beep. *you sick perv* "Leave me alone please!" *you're disgusting* "He said he was gay!" By this time I was in tears, I didn't know who the person was and I was terrified, *i am.* It was frank? Frank we texting me? I decided to call the number but got no answer *meet me in the alley near the school, 6:30pm* I didn't answer I just sobbed hard into my pillow until I pasted out I was fucking done for.

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