Prologue: Curse them.
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My name is Finn Austen...
"Hey, Dirtbag!"
but sometimes I'm Dirtbag...
"Hold him, I'll make you my personal Beating Rack!"
And Beating Rack...
I have many names, and different roles, I was treated special, I was the only one to who they put their attention too. Wanna know why? It's because I was an easy target, to begin with.
"Yow! Trash get over here!"
"What is i-?!
I was lying on the ground clutching my stomach, trying my hardest to breathe but somehow I couldn't.
"Augh!!"
"Puke!Puke!Puke!"
"Puke you bastard! I'll lose 5 bucks If you don't do it."
"Ourgh" Nausea overcame me and I puked.
I became their lapdog, always pushing me around, making me their plaything. As much as I want to stop all of this. I tried reporting it to the school but they only gave them preaching, after that I was beaten up nearly to death. I wanted to do things my way, I bought a screwdriver. I'll stab him! but I can't do it, I'm weak, Frail, A coward... In the end, I wasn't able to do it.
I hate myself.
I don't want to school anymore but I can't stay at home either. It's the same. My family don't care about me, They didn't talk to me let alone stare at me. They treated me as a nuisance, I was invincible to them. So I tried running away from home, I ran and ran, I have no friends so I don't have anyone to rely on anymore, but no matter how much I ran or how long I didn't go home. They didn't even put an effort to find me. I went home and they didn't care.
It was hopeless, I was hopeless. I wanted help...
"Hey, I'm really sorry, for you know... bullying you."
Huh? what...
He extended his hand and bowed Infront of me. What the hell is this? What the f**k is this?!!!?!?!
Is he really apologizing? This useless trash is sorry? after how much you treated me?!
but I have to accept it, with this... It might be over? I can go back to my normal life.
I accepted it, I held his hand... I was a little happy, with this it's finally ov-
"Ah!! My hand!!"
The pain shot up to my arm like fire. Each of my fingers was screaming, it was being crushed slowly.
"What the f**k? Did you actually believe me?! You stupid f*****g trash!"
He punched me straight to the face, It made me dizzy and I fell to the ground. It hurts... I've gone used to it but why did It hurt so much...
My face has gone numb, I don't feel my body anymore. I don't feel like standing anymore.
"Oh my f*****g god man! HAHAHAHA... he actually believed it."
"Did you really think I would be sorry for you?!" he kicked me, and kicked, kicked, kicked, kicked... Until he has grown tired of it.
"Spit on him! spit!"
HAHAHAHA...
They all started laughing... Why are you all laughing? What's so funny about this? Don't you feel sorry for me you lil' shits!!
I curse you all!
I'll f*****g kill you all!!
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I went back home, head lowered, I stumbled upon my father in the doorway.
What's he doing infront of the doorway?
"Hey, dad..." I waved my hand.
He stared at me, he stared but he didn't respond. After a few seconds, he finally looked away.
"Yo! Let's Go!"
I looked behind me and saw 3 men in a car, they were waving their hands.
I saw my father walk towards them, and enter the car.
I faintly could hear them talking.
"Who's that? your son?"
"Wow, He was beaten badly, probably getting bullied?"
The guy in the driver seat asked my Father and pointed at me.
Without hesitation, he answered. "No, I don't know him."
"Poor guy, If he's really getting bullied then he should tell his parents and report It."
"My daughter got bullied one time, and I went rushing to her school and, almost beat those bullies up!"
I pretended not to hear and entered the house. Went to my room and sat on a chair...
I don't know what to think. I was empty. I didn't want to think of everything anymore, but there's this word that won't stop entering my mind, every time I tried to push it away, It comes crawling back up.
'I wanna die
I don't have anything to live for anyway, people won't be sad when I died. They won't care about me.
I will die. It's my parents' fault for Ignoring me, I went to XXXX high school and I was extremely bullied. I don't know the reason but please make these bastards suffer.
Mark, Jude, Drave.
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As expected... It's always like this for me.
I went outside and took a walk. It was a peaceful stroll. There were no people. It was quiet and cold.
There was this famous bridge, I always went to as a kid.
I went to that same bridge and did the same thing I did when I was a kid. I looked down. Below it. I thought, what kind of stuff was in the bottom of the river.
Coins? Toys? Trash? I never knew the answer, but now It's finally time for me to find out. I wonder what I'll find at the bottom.
Goodbye.
"Are you Mr Finn Austen?" A voice called out to me, stopping me from jumping off the bridge.
"What do you want?" I looked behind me and a guy was wearing a suit. He showed me a card and introduced himself.
"I am Agent Karl and, I am here on behalf of The WIC company to grant your
wish."
- Writer
