I sprint around the corner, smacking into a wall whilst trying to keep my speed. "Come here faggot," Brock, the new guy, shouts. There is no way I can outrun him; I never thought I'd regret skipping gym class.

I hear is heavy footsteps pound down the corridor, getting louder and closer with every step.

I run so fast my lungs feel ready to explode, despite the fact I know he's still chasing me I stop to catch my breath, my head between my legs.

His footsteps come to a halt and I seem him stood before me. It's too late now, I had thrown any chance of escape out of the window as soon as I stopped running.

''Gotcha,'' He murmurs before grasping my hair and draging me into the toilets, throwing me to the floor.

I let out a cry when my body hits the floor and hear a sickening crunch; I look down to see my arm bent at a strange angle and tears brim my eyes.
Brock just laughs before bending his knees so his face is inches from mine. Again he grasps my hair and pulls it, but I don't try to stop him, I'm to busy cradling my suspected broken arm.
"Thought your boyfriend would save you, he was easy to knock out, short ass prick," He snarls.
"He's not my boyfriend I tell him, trying not to sound like I'm in pain. "He hates me," I look down and feel a sharp pain in my ribs;Crying out again I go into the fetal position and beg for the pain to stop. "You listen to me faggot, you're scum, you should be killed, all of your kind," He says this and spits in my face.

Again I whimper. "Please, why are you doing this?" I whisper, my tears now flowing freely. He laughs again and stands up. Without replying he brings his boot crashing down on my face, then all I know is darkness.

Notes

Sorry it's so short guys, I haz other fanfics to write on the MCR fan fic site :p Skeleton is better at writing bigger chapters than me. So what do you think, rec, comment and shizzal.

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-Evil