(A/N listen to song while reading☺️)
Issa POV
I ran and ran but unfortunately he catched up to me.
"Please. Don't h-hurt me" I say as I start crying.
"You little fag! You think you can hurt me?? Well this is what you get you little fuck!" He punches me in the face.
"Idiot"
Punch
"Gay ass freak"
Punch
"Don't come say sorry to me because you'll get 10x worse little bitch"
He kicks me in the stomach as I spit out blood.
"He... Help" I say as I fell on the ground.
-a few hours later-
I woke up and saw I was in my room.
I look around.
I hear footsteps and someone come in the room. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep.
"Issa" it's Ricky.
"I'm here. What happened. I know you're not sleeping" he says.
"A guy... he attacked me because I hurt him" I say as I open my eyes.
"Issa why" he asks.
"I don't remember" I lie.
I turn myself so I don't face him.
"Please go back home." I tell him.
"I'm staying with you." He disagrees.
I groan.
"I want to be alone" I say.
"I'll be in the living room." He says.
I lay back down on my back and look at my red curtain that is nailed to the wall.
I looked at my hands.
"What's wrong with me" I thought.
I shake it off and go back to sleep.
Dream:
"Marley wait!" I scream.
"Go away Issa!" She screams.
"Nobody likes you" she turns around to see me fall on my knees. In tears.
"You don't mean that" I manage to say.
"I do actually. I don't even know why I cared about you?!? I guess I just felt bad for you" she says.
"W-what" I whisper.
"No one likes you, Issa. And that name is so dumb" she said her last words as she walked away with Jack.
I fell on my back.
I then see Rickey.
"Bye fag" he tells me.
"Ricky. I thought you were my friend" I tell him.
"No nxgga. It was all a joke"
End of dream
"Issa!" I wake up to Rickey's voice.
"Rickey" I say as I get up and hug him.
"Dude you were shakin. Like you couldn't stop" he says.
"What the hell was goin on in there" he points my head.
"Gurl I don't know" I lie.
I walked in the hallways, looking down at my feet. I felt scared and sad.
Do you ever get the feeling of that huge lump in your throat? Your eyes feel heavy and your hands are cold? yeah..it's what I'm feeling.
I felt ashamed of who I was.
I keep thinking: "why am I not attractive??"
If I was attractive, maybe Marley would like me.
Wait a minute, what am I thinking?? I'm a confident person, and I'll keep being a confident person.
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Fanfiction(ReWritten) Issa, a bullied young man, just moved from Florida and goes to a new school. Will the bullying stop of will it get worse? He meets new friends and he gets popularity by an app called vine. Will he stay strong? Will he stop the bullying...
