It stings.
I wipe the blood from under my nose, red.
They swing for another punch, this time hitting me right in the gut.
Beaten and Bruised.
I groaned, and then I fell over.
SWAT SWAT!
They kicked at my body, I could feel my eyes starting to water.
" Please... " I mumbled.
One of them laughed, " Ya' think that beggin' is gonna stop us? "
The tears.
I was now crying.
A disgusting whimpering sound, they took this as a weakness.
" What? Little A+ Student can't defend himself? So pathetic. "
They kept hitting.
At this point, I was numb.
" That'll teach 'em a lesson. " They laughed in unison.
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I lugged my body back home.
My Mother scurried over, " Boy! What on earth did they do to you!? " She ran over and touched my cheek.
" Honey please get a damp towel! " She shouted to my Father.
" What's wrong dear- Oh god! " He rushed up the steps, the sink was now running. He came back with a light pink towel with roses on the ends, and a bit of lace remained from the original design. This towel has been..' alive' for many years.
My mother scrubbed off the blood, along with kissing me on the head over and over again. Father hugged me and placed an ice pack into my hands.
" For your face. " I pressed it to my bruised cheek.
" Darling, go rest in your room for a bit. Your father and I will prepare dinner soon. " She ruffled my hair, then signaled for me to walk away.
A faint conversation. They were hiding it from me.
" It's those boys again. They keep hurting him and the school does nothing about it..oh goodness. My poor baby, we should've stayed in Yokohama... " I could almost feel my mother's guilt and sympathy.
Her words felt like- tears.
Before I knew it, my eyes turned into a leaky faucet. The tears traveled down my bruised face.
" Perhaps we should move back, I think it would be a good change for him. Edgar already knows a bit of Japanese, so we should be fine. I'll arrange classes. "
" Haha, I'll do it. Whenever you arrange stuff it is always haphazard! " She chuckled.
The talking was now softer, I couldn't hear it anymore. Before I knew it..my eyes were slowly fluttering shut. I took a deep breath in, the pain.
I scrunched up my nose, now trying to sleep.
In nearly 3 hours I probably adjusted my pillow about 42,567 times and got up to pace around my room about 24,293 times.
Occasionally, I did go down to get water. But my Mother would always wake up and would stay with me till I ' fell asleep '. Right after shutting my eyes, I got up again. I just couldn't rest.
Another hour pacing around my room and adjusting my pillow.
I hopped back into bed, then groaned as soon as I hit the sticky-hot sheets.
Sweat.
So, to somehow 'solve' this solution, I took off my shirt and tried to sleep.
Too uncomfortable..itchy, and not right...
I tugged my shirt back on..comfortable.
My mother was awake again. She opened my door, peeking in. " Eddie sweetie, are you alright? I heard you get up again... " She trotted over to my side.
" Mama, it's fine. " I tried to grab the duvet cover...right, I was sweating. A thin blanket will do.
She pressed her hand to my forehead, " Edgar dear, you have a mild fever..I'll be back with some water and medicine. " She left the room.
