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Prolouge

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(Liam's POV)

  High school,  the most thriving year for a teenager, as people say. I hate school and school hates me. Imagine seeing through the eyes of the kid that everyone felt the need to bully. Well you are looking through my eyes. Worst part, I don't even know why everyone hates me.

   I was walking down the hallway towards my locker, as soon as I am finished with getting my supplies my locker was slammed shut showing and very sly looking Henry. I already knew what he was standing there waiting for.

"Don't make me wait, I get very angry when I have to wait," He said as he held his hand out. I sighed and rolled my eyes leaning against the lockers.

"Henry I really don't have it," I pleaded but he motioned for his boys to search me. They pulled out the medicine bottle that I was trying to hide from him.

"Really don't have it huh?" He motioned his boys again and a fist came straight for my cheek knocking me straight on the floor. I remain there rubbing my cheek hoping it would ease the pain. Henry and his flock walked away with one last flip off. Everyone was laughing around me making me want to shrivel into a little ball. I may be used to all of this but it still hurts to see people standing around and doing nothing to help me. I grab all of the books that I dropped and headed towards class. 

  Once I got to my seat class went as usual, teachers teaches and bullies bully. My everyday life, until that night. It was a little different due to how I walk home from school. I usually go through an small alley. Never was really scared of, since my house was around the corner and not too many people come around that area. Except, I felt off about it. Once I started into the dark alley way, footsteps were following close behind me. I don't want to stop but my feet don't listen. I stopped to listen and the footsteps stopped too. I slowly turned to see Henry and his flock staring at me. I sighed in relief knowing it was just them. I shouldn't have thought that. Henry held out something and looked very pissed off.

"What is this!? This is not the pills that you bring to school." He yelled holding out the pill bottle. I smiled.

"I know, I was done with you taking my meds when I need them, so I replaced it with laxatives." I smirked. He looked so annoyed which worried me. His head motioned to his dogs and all three of them ran at me punching and kicked me. Henry called his dogs off as I was sitting against the wall breathing heavy. I could feel the blood on  my face drip off of my nose and lip. Henry picked up a pipe and smirked.

"Next time you bring the right thing," he rose the pipe and hit the side of my head with it, my ears started ringing and i could feel the new wound oozing with blood.

"Please, please don't, " I managed to get out of my swollen mouth. 

"Please what? You know, everyone never notices that you even exist, you wouldn't even be missed if you were gone. The world rid of another useless kid." He rose the pipe higher and slammed it against my head knocking me over to the ground. His dogs called out to him and yelled as they all ran away from me. They left me for dead. Sprinkles of water started to hit my face as it started to rain. My head was pounding and I couldn't keep my eyes open. Just a nap. All I need is a nap.

I closed my eyes for a second and I suddenly woke up. It was all dark and something felt like it was crawling on my leg. Something below me was plushed and I could see a little bit of white. I was holding flowers and wearing, what I can see, a suit. Am I in a casket? Did I die? I pushed against the top and it wouldn't budge, dirt fell onto me.I kicked it hard and a hole formed as dirt came swarming around me, I continuously kicked the area around the hole and climped my way through it and up into the dirt. I finally made it to the top and pulled myself out of the ground covered in dirt. Once I was out I sat on the ground looking around me. I was in a grave meaning I was in a casket, meaning I was.... dead. 

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