I stared up at the group of boys, my unseeing eyes fluttered in the darkness.
I was terrified.
The leader, who seemed to be Ludovic, smirked. It was a wicked smile. One that should only belong to the devil himself.
What does everyone see in him? Sure, Ludovic isn't short of good looks and charm, but does no one see that he is a monster? A demon?
I wrapped my arms around my legs tighter, bringing them up to my chest, trying to escape from the damp brick wall behind me, from the reality of the situation I was in.
Simon whispered something into Ludovic's ear.
We used to be good friends Simon and I did. Back when we were kids. Our mothers were close. They used to work at this clothes store together in town. His mother was the manager and my mother worked for her.
After finding out they had sons in the same year and class, our two mothers became close friends. I was happy for mum, too. After Dad had left us, Mum had no one she could really open up to.
Quite tragically though, Simon's parents suddenly split up, and divorced. His mother was a broken shell of a woman. After seeing his father turn against his own family, and seeing his mother in pieces, Simon changed. He no longer was the usual, kind and thoughtful Simon. The pretty blond boy Simon with an unusually dark humour, but always seemed to make you laugh.
Something in Simon snapped. And not for the better. He cut our ties of friendship, and my mother never spoke to his mother ever again.
It's quite sad really when you think about it... two women sharing dispute because their husbands abandoned them, or fought with them.
Well anyway, I don't know when Simon became friends with Ludovic. It's a puzzle to me.
Ludovic is sort of a dark horse really... he appeared at high school out of nowhere. Yet everyone seemed to know him instantly. He is close friends with many friendship groups around the whole school, and can pretty much get away with anything he wants to. It frustrates some, but makes others love him.
Well anyway, back to the part when I was about to be beaten senseless.
Simon pulled away from Ludovic and Ludovic flashed me that devilish grin again. I hate that grin. It's like a warning of your death. The scrape of a knife. The tugging of a noose. The pull of a trigger.
Simon finished his can of beer and threw it at my limp body. I cringed away. I was defenseless. The boys around me who I couldn't recognise anymore all left their drinks, and cracked their knuckles, as if to say, 'Boy, you're about to be in a world of pain.'
It confuses me how these men take pleasure in my pain. How they all like to hear my screams of protest as they torture and hurt me. They abuse my mind and body. Treat me like dirt, they do.
It's not normally me they beat up. Normally it's this other guy in my class who isn't a very bright sport. He wears glasses and is constantly having to get them replaced due to them being destroyed each lunch time.
I hate it. I hate how these people would want to treat a living being in such a way. Is there something wrong with them? Or me? Am I being irrational?
It seems like Ludovic isn't in a good mood today for some reason. I heard he lives by himself in an apartment. That his parents visit occasionally but they live in Dubai and just send him money.
My guess is that's just a rumour.
I never trust rumours. They do nothing for you. They always end badly.
I tried to crawl away from them in the dim light, hoping that they wouldn't notice I had disappeared. I knew my efforts would be in vain. Something pressed down on my ankle before I could get very far. A foot.
Even though I had stopped moving, the foot pressed down on my ankle harder. Pushing it into the cold concrete floor. My ankle couldn't support this weight. It wasn't long before I heard the sickening crunch of bones crushing and colliding, and my foot was now bent at an awkward angle.
It was a moment before the shock and pain hit me. I screamed. Screamed in terror and pain. It was like my blood was boiling in my veins. Surging through my body, telling me that there was something wrong with my ankle. My ankle was now hanging limply, like it wasn't part of my body anymore. It appeared like it had no life left in it. Dead. I screamed again.
My ankle! These monsters had destroyed it by just stepping on it!
I could feel the grinding of my now exposed bones against the clammy cold concrete floor.