Outcast

Cuts and bruises

Yelling. That was all Jason could hear on his bus ride home. Most of the yelling was directed at him, and almost all of it was mean names and insults.  "Loser!" "Fuck up!" "Waste of space!" "Dipshit!" "Outcast!" Outcast. That name stung the most. He tried to ignore it, but he never could. Because it's true. Jason was an outcast. At school, in the neighborhood, even at his own house. Everyone hated him and treated him like dirt. Everyone except Genisus and Braxton, Jason's two best friends. Jason's only friends. They were always there Jason, no matter how bad the situation was. Knowing this made Jason feel a little bit better when he was getting pounded to the floor or getting called an asshat by the school bully, Ashton. But even knowing that Genisus and Braxton was going to comfort him, being called an outcast still stung like hell. 

The bus suddenly stopped, making Jason hit his head on the seat in front of him. Unfortunately for Jason, that seat happened to be the seat that Ashton was sitting in. Ashton turned around and gave Jason a death glare.  "You the one who hit my seat, shithead?!" Ashton yelled with the tone of anger that normally filled his voice. "No shit. There's no one else in this fucking row to hit it!" Jason shouted back, his voice laced with annoyance, sick and tired of people bullying him all day. Immediately after Jason finished his sentence, Ashton grabbed a chunk of Jason's dark semi-long brunette hair, yanked him up, punched straight the face, causing Jason's nose to bleed, and threw him in the middle the walkway. Jason started to get up but was pushed back down by Ashton stomping on his head, causing his nose to bleed even more. Ashton then got his stuff and got off the bus, leaving Jason on the floor, his nose bleeding heavily. Jason picked him self up and sat back in his seat, just as the bus started to move again. Jason then unzipped his backpack and used his geometry notes from earlier that day to stop the bleeding until he could get home.

The bus slowed once again, this time at Jason's stop. He gathered his things and walked out of the bus. Well, tried anyways, Jason kept getting tripped walking to the door. But each time, he picked up his things and went on his way like it was no big deal. When Jason finally got to the door, after getting tripped a hundred times, the driver stopped Jason and said, "Young man, you have blood running down your face." 'No shit,' Jason thought 'I was being being beaten the hell out of.' "Bad nose bleed." Jason responded nonchalantly. The driver looked at him like he was insane. "If you say so." The driver mumbled, shaking his head. Jason then turned and walked off the bus. Stepping onto the sidewalk, Jason took a breathe in. "Ah, sweet, sweet hell." Jason said as usual, walking away the from the bus, his semi-long hair catching the slight breeze. Then, out of no where, Jason was jumped. The attacker plunged a pocket knife into Jason's stomach and then violently pulled it. Jason coughed, clinching his stomach, which was now in excruciating pain. The assaulter then tried to stab Jason again, but this time Jason blocked the attack, only getting his hand slightly cut. Jason then yanked the knife out of the attacker's hand and knocked him to the ground. Then, with unfathomable strength and speed, Jason threw the knife  into the attacker's shoulder, causing the attacker to scream in pain.  "I've had enough shit today. I'm not dealing with this." Jason said, clearly annoyed with everything that's been happening. And with that, Jason walked the rest of the way home, covered in cuts and bruises.