Gone to Soon.

I’ve learnt to take it now though, just don’t flinch, because it will make it worse, he says you’re a baby, and hits you even harder. You just have to block out the pain, imagine he’s not hitting you, and play dead when he looks as if he’s tiring. He’s not the only one though, to start with, I didn’t lie down and let him win, and when he would tire, he would ‘let his boy’s finish me off’.

I just don’t think I can take any more of this, I want to let go and just hit him, but the pain is too much. Ouch, my lip’s bleeding now, and I’ll probably have a black eye to go with that tomorrow morning. The one good thing about this is that I get to miss class I have history next. My history teacher likes me, he knows what is happening, and lets me go to the nurse when I’m in his lessons. From the corner of his eye he watches them at the back throw balls of paper, and anything that they can find at the back of my head. Once during register I had my head in my desk getting the books I needed for the day. He and his ‘crew’ swaggered past. When all had passed me, he stopped, turned around and with a Jackie Chan style kick, shut the desk on my head. I lost two teeth and had a nosebleed.

I’m going to hit him, I have to, I’m ready, I just can’t do this, I can’t do it. I close my eyes as blood starts to trickle down my face from my eyebrow. One, come on you can do this, two, I am shaking with anger my fists are numb, three. I open my eyes and stare him right in the face. He starts to laugh. Everyone is standing there laughing at me. I lunge forward, hit him across the jaw, and follow through to break his nose. There is a crunching sound as I hit him, I don’t know if it’s him or me. I did it, I hit him. Run, go on run move your legs. I’m stuck to the floor, he turns on me.

 Oh no! He hits me harder than he ever has before. I go black. I expect to wake up in the nurse’s office again, but I don’t. If not the nurse’s office then the hospital, but I don’t. I’m only 15 this can’t happen to me. I can hear voices around me I can hear them saying stuff. Now I can see them, there’s a man in a white cloak explaining something to a sobbing woman. That’s my mum! I try to scream out to tell her that I’m here but I can’t. He’s saying something about bleeding into the skull, and there was nothing they could do. He’s apologising. My mum rushes over to me and hugs me. I try to hug her back and comfort her, but I can’t. She whispers something in my ear; I only hear a few words. “ You’re my precious, I should have watched over you, I can’t now because you’re gone”.