mark of redemption

As I walked out through the school doors for the last time, I'm wearing a garbage bag in place of my clothes. I could already hear my sister and her boyfriend laughing in their truck from 30 ft away. I was a physical embodiment of how I felt, I wanted to die. I should've known better, I was soo stupid to think she was into such a piece of s**t like me. In eighth grade, she sat next to me in last period for almost six months. We were always kind to each other; sharing pencils and paper, but we were both very shy, especially me. I'd lost my dad years before, and my mom became an alcoholic and I was very unconfident and self conscious. On this day, she turned to me when class ended and said she needed help with something in her locker. Odd request; but being a fifteen year old boy, I would have followed her into the sun.. so we start walking down the hall together. I remember I was trying to ask what she needed help with, but I was so nervous I just followed her quietly. We tuned the corner and I saw two guys standing in the hall next to the bathroom. As we walked passed them, one of them hit me on the head. Before I even hit the ground, the other was grabbing my feet. I scrambled to get away, losing both shoes to my attackers. As they punch me, kick me and hit me with my own shoes, I noticed Shelby walking away casually. As they dragged me into the bathroom, Shelby looked back towards me. she was smiling I was greeted in the bathroom by more kicks. They ripped all my clothes off and after what felt like an hour of being kicked in the legs, back, ass and stomach; they held me down and did unspeakable things to me with a sharpie. When they finally left, taking my clothes with them; I just hid in the stall crying. The janitor came in a little while later and found me. The janitor tried to find clothes for me, but couldn't. The faculty had mostly gone home at this point, and I had surely missed the city bus I ride to and from school. I called my mom, told her I needed a ride. My mom didn't own a car, so she sends my older sister The janitor cut a hole in a trash bag so I could wear it like a poncho. As I walked out through the school doors for the last time, I'm wearing a garbage bag in place of my clothes. I could already hear my sister and her boyfriend laughing in their truck from 30 ft away. i wanted to die. They laughed and made jokes as they drove. halfway home her boyfriend billy realized that I was having the type of day that I wouldn't soon recover from. He told her to leave me alone, and even got mad at her when she wouldn't. I was so ashamed to go home. how can I face my mom with the word faggot sharpied onto my forehead? when I got home, mom asked what happened, all I told her I would kill myself before going back to school. I never went to school again. About a month later billy offered me a job working construction. I worked for him for two years; and eventually moved to Arizona to start new, but I was still a sad, broken boy.