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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 16, 2013 23:33:35 GMT -5
I duck my head to walk under the bleachers that stood over the football field, making my way to the other side. A chain link fence ran parallel to this side, so you could only enter from where I just had. I toss my book bag down and plop down against the cinder block backing, crossing my legs and pushing my black hair from my face. I rummage through my book bag and pull out a pack of cigarettes, fishing one out before lighting it and taking a drag.
I wasn't going to school today. I was tired of how everyone treated me. They'd push me into lockers, spit in my face, call me an 'emo fag'. Well, I couldn't help what sex I was attracted to. I sigh, smoke billowing from my mouth as I did so.
I reach for my bag again, the cigarette dangling from between my lips as I pulled out my phone, something I'd bought for myself from mowing grass and shit. I start The Only Hope For Me Is You by My Chemical Romance playing, leaning back and taking another drag of my cigarette.
OUTFIT; click
SONG; click2
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 19, 2013 0:53:41 GMT -5
Cole sniffled softly, touching at his bleeding nose with a frown. The bullying had been getting bad, not helping with undiagnosed depression. Not that Cole knew that's what had been bringing him down since the accident. Shawn was on meds for pain and in a wheelchair. Tyler was always getting in trouble, Jake had counseling every week. Quiet little Cole had slipped under the radar. He found places to hide, stuck to himself, faked smiles or slid by with the real ones his brothers brought out. Nobody had noticed, not even himself.
Today was one of those days. Those JV football players had taken it to a new level, and took his red skinny jeans.
He had run from the school, the first place he thought to hide being behind the bleachers because Shawn couldn't get there and nobody else would think to look in such a place until he decided to leave. He pulled his scarf and jacket close, staring down at bare legs in his briefs, tears falling down his cheeks.
He ducked under the bleachers, scampering for the farthest corner possible, and yelped as he tripped over something. Cole looked over his shoulder, scrambling back when he realized it was someones legs.
He was frightened, still feeling violated.
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 19, 2013 14:09:32 GMT -5
I'd since stuffed in my ear buds in case a PE class or something came out to the track or football field. I take another drag of my cigarette, my blue eyes closed. Suddenly something catches on my legs and I jump, gaze falling on a boy with blue hair and no pants. I raise my eyebrows, looking away before taking out one of my ear buds and pausing the song. Had someone sent him to make fun of me or something? I bite the inside of my lip, looking at him again. I pull my book bag over to me and open the gym bag that was in it. I toss him my pair of black gym shorts, sitting back against the concrete again and taking another drag of my cigarette. I avoid looking at the boy, still not sure what was going on. He wasn't sneering at me, so that might be a good sign, but I still wasn't sure.. I didn't trust people much these days.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 19, 2013 16:07:59 GMT -5
Cole choked a startled thanks, pulling then on and scooting away. He wiped dried blood from under his nose and lowered his gaze, knees frawn to his chest, curled as tight as possible with his back pressed against the concrete backing. Soon the tears slowed, though they lingered. He could care less about going to class today, didnt want to set foot in there
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 19, 2013 16:31:35 GMT -5
I avert my gaze as the boy pulls on my shorts and put my book bag back at my feet, turning the music back on though I only keep one ear bud in, though the boy didn't seem like much of a talker. It was fine with me, I wasn't either. I run a finger under my eye, hoping that my eyeliner hadn't messed up. It was pretty hot out, though it was waterproof, so I was probably worrying over nothing. My blue eyes wander over to him again. I didn't think I knew him, didn't think he was in my grade. Finally I notice his bloody nose and I sit up, twisting my thin body to look at him. "What happened?" I ask questly, though my voice was hard. It didn't look broken, but it certainly had been bleeding.. alot.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 19, 2013 17:42:09 GMT -5
Cole flinched as a hard voice met his ears. "Football players," He sniffled, voice as hushed as ever. He looked away again, touching tenderly at his face. "Nothing new.." He whispered, offering a weak shrug. He scooted his tiny body as far back into the corner as he could, ashamed and scared. But the guy didn't seem a threat, so he wasn't terribly worried.
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 19, 2013 18:10:45 GMT -5
I scoff and shake my head at his answer, taking a long drag of my cigarette as if to calm myself. "Fucking idiots, call me a faggot and shit, then beat up on some kid. Typical." I mutter to myself, biting my lower lip. I look over at him as she scoots over into the corner and look at my feet, tapping my fingers on my leg to the beat of the opening of Na Na Na by MCR. I run a hand over my two piercings absentmindedly, still simmering over what the blue hair kid had just told me.
"Someone needs to teach those judgemental asses a lesson." I add, leaning my head back on the wall, black hair falling out of my face as I did so.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 19, 2013 19:14:36 GMT -5
Cole bit at his lip, chewing on the back of one of his snakebites. "I'm used to it.." He insisted softly, scratching his stomach and sighing dejectedly. He peeked under his shirt, the sharpie they'd taken to his stomach. 'Faggot' in all caps while the other two had pinned him to the wall. He would have to try and scrub that clean tonight. It wouldn't be the first he'd scrubbed his skin near raw because of them.
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 19, 2013 19:27:38 GMT -5
I shake my head again as he replies that he was used to it. That was the problem- it happened to both of us so often we didn't feel the need to fight back anymore. "What's your name, by the way? Your grade?" I ask randomly. I didn't want to just sit through all school day with him and not even know his damn name. I didn't particuarly like people, but this kid wasn't half bad. He at least knew what I was going through, and the other way around.. maybe we could help each other. "I'm.. Alcatraz, AKA 'emo scum', 'faggot', whatever jocks and preps and shit feel like at the time." I add, averting my gaze from him, unconsciously shaking my bracelets of my left hand down to hide my scars and more recent cuts.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 19, 2013 20:12:21 GMT -5
Cole lifted his head, pushing hair from his forehead. "Uhm..Cole." He practically breathed, nodding and them frowning at the other male's words. "Been called 'bout the same. 'M a freshman.." He picked at a string on his jacket. Gentle eyes caught him shaking bracelets down his arm. He'd tried cutting one. Tyler screamed at him until he cried. "Can I see..?" He reached over hesitantly, turning over the male's wrist innocently and running fingers over the marks. He pulled back when he realized what he'd done. "S-..sorry.."
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 19, 2013 20:26:02 GMT -5
I nod as he replies with his name, then his grade. "Being a Freshman must make it worse, I'm a Sophomore." I reply, bringing my cigarette I held between te fingers of my right hand to my lips again. "My name really is Alcatraz, some people think I'm kidding." I add, shrugging my shoulders slightly. I didn't want Cole to think I was pulling his leg, think I was just messing with him. I look over at his question, not catching on at the moment. I freeze as he turns my wrist over, moving my rubber bracelets out of the way. I hang my head and look away as his fingers run over my marred skin before he pulls away. I knew I should have worn a jacket or a hoodie, but I hadn't because it was hot and I thought that I wouldn't be seeing anyone else today. "Its fine." I say, shrugging my shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, though I cradle my arm to my waist. I wasn't mad or irritated just.. ashamed. I hated for people to see me that way, though it wasn't as bad when it was someone like Cole- he didn't seem like a jerk or like he'd start another rumor about me.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 20, 2013 0:30:15 GMT -5
Cole watched him cradle his arm close and frowned. "S'okay.." He murmured when seeing the shame on his face. He offered a faint, weak smile, and even though it didn't reach his eyes it wasn't fake. He didn't need to fake it for this guy. He'd understand.
"I like your name.." He finally whispeted, words seemingly all uncertain.
He unfurled the slightest bit, licking a thumb and scrubbing at his stomach some beneath his shirt. He was uncomfortable just knowing the word was there, even if spit wouldn't get it off.
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 20, 2013 13:55:43 GMT -5
I don't reply or look over at him as he speaks, instead looking at my feet. I take another pull of my cigarette, close to the end of it. I chuckle as Cole goes on to say that he likes my name, nodding. "Thanks." I say, smushing the butt of my smoke into the dirt before flicking it away. I glance over at him out the corner of my eye, brow creasing as he rubbed at something under his shirt. "What're you doing?" I ask, running a hand through my hair. I take out my single ear bud and pause my music before bringing it back to the main screen, taking the ear buds out and wrapping it around my finger before putting them in my book bag.
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Post by Cole Gryffon on Jul 20, 2013 14:09:02 GMT -5
Cole blinked up at hi as he was questioned. He frowned, lifting his shirt up above his lithe stomach to reveal it, eyes fixed sullenly on the ground as he did so. "Then they took my pants." He mumbled almost too quoet to hear. He pulled at a few pieces of grass that had found their way through a crack in the cement, needing to do something with his fidgety fingers.
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Post by Alcatraz Hurst on Jul 20, 2013 15:02:44 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows as he lifts his shirt, a look of disgust coming across my face as my blue eyes landed on the word 'faggot' scrawled across his stomach. "Idiots." I murmur, crossing my arms over my chest and averting my gaze from Cole. I didn't get why they'd take his pants except to torment him- wouldn't it just make themselves seem gay? Apparently not. "They must be grasping at straws. Can't just punch us and call is names anymore. Now they're taking articles of clothing." I continue, shaking my head again. "And spitting in my face." I add as an after thought. I pull my book bag to me, digging through until I find my pack of peanut butter crackers. I rip it open and stuff one into my mouth, holding another out to Cole.
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