*Tch*

You actually wanted to read this? I guess you must be as broken as I am to even be interested in my story. Well fuck, I guess as with every good story I'll start at the beginning.

I come from a well off family I guess seeing as I never really went hungry and always had a shelter. I mean all the starving children in the world that die from hunger and AIDS so honestly I really can't complain if I didn't get a car for my graduation or some other First World privileged bullshit.

My Father left my mother around my first birthday but ehhh I don't really remember it. Pretty sure he was a deadbeat alcoholic anyhow. My mother on the other hand graduated top of her class at Nowhere University in the middle of BumFuck Nowhereville, USA. She had me literally a year after she moved to our great state of Maryland after Graduation. Suffice to say she was smart but never really challenged so she was stuck with a mediocre paying job as a Nurse at an Emergency Clinic.

I was born out of wedlock so my loving grandparents of course wanted nothing to do with me and my mother and we both were struck out the family will. Whatever old people always smell of those crappy Life Savers, the white ones that taste like death, you know which ones. So being raised by a single mother who spends most of her nights working 12 hour shifts to help pay for our survival was never the best recipe for a childhood. I mean granted I wasn't neglected but I mean we barely saw each other for more then an hour a day.

I can honestly say I would never trade my mother for any other in the world even if I was lonely as a motherfucker. I would stop by the Clinic as much as I could for those brief moments I got to spend with my mother.... Is what I would like to say but It was just my fascination with the grotesque and morbid injuries that attracted me like a moth to a flame. I don't remember the exact moment where I realized I was a tad psycho; but probably around the time of me dissecting a frog and killing a neighborhood cat is when I finally admitted to myself that I had a problem.

I mean its just that feeling of cutting flesh and separating tissue and those faint couple of seconds where the wound decides whether it wants to bleed, it just kind of gets me off but I mean hey we all have our fetishes right? Needless to say I'm keeping this secret to my grave and as they say what momma doesn't know, wont hurt her. But overall I've managed to keep this macabre perversion sated. You ask me how? Well let's just say I don't get bullied anymore, not after what happened my Junior year. It all started with a kid named Justin.

"Hello Class today we have a new student joining us, please give a warm welcome to Justin"

Mr. Willem introduces the 6'06'' towering giant of a boy who questionably reminds me of a mix between a Crip and an Albino Gorilla. I kid you not literally he's wearing blue sagging shorts a Washington Wizards Jersey twice his size and a damn monkey face but again who am I to judge no matter how dumb he looks.

"What Up, my name is J-Dawg and any you bamas got a problem wit dat then see me in da cut" He ever so eloquently said.

Mr.Willem gave him an acquiesced look and said

" Yeah, okay. Well you can take the empty seat behind Salvador"

....... Fuck. Really...

Just my luck not that I am scared or anything but I can smell trouble from a mile away and "J-Dawg" smells like he hasn't showered in weeks then a ton of axe body spray.

He inches ever so closely to the seat and yeahp I called it, he bumps into my desk and in a low voice says.

"What bitch? You gotta problem"

I end up trying to deescalate the situation because I mean honestly It'll just be more problems then it worth.

" No, Sorry my bad must have had my elbows out or something. "

He then sneers at me with his crooked yellow .... nope that's just a gold tooth.... honestly what year is this again. He then has to have the last comment and with a look of victory says

"Yeah that's what I thought Bitch."

I just hope he doesn't open his dumbass mouth more then necessary but you know what they say about hope. Fuck Hope. I'll just go back to reading my book and try to ignore the Odor of Axe and Body Odor wafting all over the room and slowly but surely giving me one hell of a headache..... Is he purposefully breathing that hard on my neck, If I didn't know any better I would think he was trying to seduce me. No offense to anyone but I don't roll that way.

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- 6 hours later-

I start heading home. I say my farewells to the couple of friends of convenience I make to quell my boredom during school. I make my way past the school gates when a Solar Eclipse casts a shadow which I'm pretty sure I would have heard about on the news or some idiot of FaceBook would have posted an article about how the Magnetic Waves and Solar Flares would radiate and destroy the earth or something or other. None the less I get an eerie feeling as the hairs on my neck stand.

" Where do you think you gonna go?" I hear Justin behind me doing his best impersonation of Deebo from the movie Friday. Or I assumed. I mean no one seriously talks like that. He then proceeds to put his meaty paws on my shoulder.

..... Of course . How shitty is my luck today. I'm really giving some credence to him being Gay after all why else would he stalk me?

" I'm just heading home" I try and say in the most neutral voice I can muster. After all Iv'e read in most Psychology books that showing fear or acting tough just makes bullies want to mess with you more. I guess J-Dawg never read that book.

" Naw you ain't, you coming with me. I gotta ask you a couple questions and shit" He states in a matter of fact voice. I can see eyes start to wander to us and knowing I need to nip this in the bud before it became bigger I decided to play along.

" Alright Sure. Where are we headed? " I said in the most mouse like voice. Although my grin betrayed me as it flashed the smile of snake for just a second before it turned back into a frown.

"Follow me" He then walked to an alley behind the school. We made our way to the other side out of view from passing cars until we made it to the dumpster, then he unexpectedly turned and sucker punched me in the mouth as I flew hitting me head on one of the corners of the dumpster. Crap stars everywhere it took me quite a few seconds to get my bearings as I felt I warm trickle of blood make its way down my face. He then kicked me for good measure I guess. What the hell where is honor these days. Okay I should of seen that coming but before I could get up he told me in a heated bravado

"From now on I own you bitch and I need to buy shit. So you gonna give me your money every day when I say. You got it." Then kicked me in the stomach as I was sitting up. All the air in my lungs escaped and I couldn't think straight as the blood loss was making me slightly dizzy and the lack of oxygen was starting to make me delirious. Or perhaps it was just the sight of my own blood riling me up. At the time it didn't really matter. All I remember was I started laughing and couldn't stop myself.

"You fucking think I'm joking punk." He starts to crouch and grabs my collar. " I'll fuck you up so bad you won't show your face for a month." All the while I still laugh like some kind of maniac covered in his own blood laying in trash. " We''ll see if you keep laughing when I find your crib and fuck your mom in front of y..." I snapped .

I slammed his throat and as he made a surprised bug eyed look. The next thing I remember I was on top of him slowly crushing his throat, his face bruised and swollen, his lip parted and bleeding. In the coldest of voices I told him " Never ever talk about my mother again or I will burn your fucking house down and cut off every appendage one by one and feed it to you." A voice so without emotion it scared even me a little. I smell piss and look down to see him wetting himself and I let out a short bark of laughter as I get up.

He scurries backwards and starts yelling profanities at me as he makes his way out of the alley all the while looking at me. " MotherFUCKER Imma remember this. Imma get my homies and we gonna mess you up real real bad. Just wait I'll see you in - " .

CRASH

A large Semi Truck smashes into him as the idiot made his way onto the street. I hear the popping of ligaments and splashing of guts on the pavement as all the while his now empty eyes stare back at me never once taking his gaze off of me even as he flipped 4 times in the air......

"BahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

I can't contain my mirth at the situation. I was starting to worry for a second there. Not knowing if he had ties with gang members or not. Okay maybe I should stop laughing like a crazy person and get the hell away from the scene of the crime..... Yeahp Good Idea.