A broken rag doll. That's what I am. A broken rag doll.
I winced and shut my eyes tight. I could hear their laughter now. The laughter of demons. Each and every one of them. A demon. I tried to compose myself, to piece myself together and stand up. But it was impossible. And these boys were no where near finished playing with their toy.
Another sharp pain. Someone kicked my back. Bending it out of shape. The thud of shoe against spine, trapping skin between bone. Bruising. Cutting.
They all laughed again as I screamed desperately.
They continued on. Each one of them in turn. Breaking my bones. Piercing my skin.
It all was just a game to them. A bit of fun. A laugh.
But to me it wasn't. This is my body they're damaging. I need this body. I need this body to live.
Well... they don't even care if I live or die. I'm just temporary entertainment. Just to satisfy their sadistic hunger till the end of lunch break.
A broken rag doll.
I wish someone would one day stop these people. Stop these people from hurting people like me. People who just want to get on with their studies and daily life, and not have some 'fun'.
I'm a totally normal guy. Sure, some people call me a loser, but hey? Everyone's a loser sometimes, right?
I have straight black hair that rests neatly on my forehead, I am relatively tall. Taller than most girls, but shorter than most boys.
I am rather skinny. Hardly any meat on me. People always tell me that.
You could say that I have friends. I have friends who I hang out with sometimes..but.. they never stick up for me. So I suppose you couldn't really call them friends, could you? I've only ever had a girlfriend once.
She was my next-door neighbour. Quite a nice, pleasant girl really. We have a steel fence that separates our houses, and there are bars in between. We always used to meet either side of these bars and talk to each other through them.
Holding hands through the bars... we kissed through the bars a couple of times too.
Of course, I could have always gone round there and not have the interference of the bars, but, it was too far to walk. And her parents didn't like me.
Well anyway, we broke up because she moved away. Just across town. After she moved I hardly ever saw her again. I received a text from her one day saying:
'There's no point. I'm sorry, Mav, it's over.'
Oh yeah. My name's Maverick. Maverick Campbell. Quite a cool name, huh?
Surprisingly, I like my name.
Well anyway, after what seemed like an age of torment from these boys, I suddenly saw blackness.
Ah, the sweet release of passing out. Much better than enduring the pain I was going through, don't you think?
A couple of weeks in hospital should fix me, then i'll be good to go again. Good to go back to school and be dragged straight back to behind the bike-racks. That cold brick wall I know so well. That hard concrete floor I have shared so many memories with.
Call me weird for befriending a wall and a floor for all I care, you can't possibly get much worse than this.
awww :') Maverick
So yeah, I decided to write a chapter from the boy who is getting beaten up's point of view. It turned out to be rather interesting.
Don't worry, the rest of the chapters won't be from this guy's point of view.
For this story in particular, I am trying not to write in 1st person. And if I do write in 1st person, I will try not to write from Ludovic's point of view until maybe near the end. I want the reader to have this sense of distance from Ludovic.
Well anyway, Keep reading! :)