Suffering Alone In Silence

The bell rang and we exited homeroom. As I walked down the corridor to English someone pushed me from behind. I stumbled but regained my balance. I turned to see who had pushed me and noticed that it was Anthony.

“Hey fag.” He grinned, gently elbowing one of his buddies and the side.

“Anthony.” I nodded curtly at him.

I wasn’t affected by his name calling. I was more than used to it. I guess that’s what happens when you get it from your dad on a daily basis.

“You piss me off Iero.” He stated.

“Really?” I questioned, raising one of my eyebrows at him.

“Yer, you do. Why don’t you just go kill yourself and save us from your disease.” His remark once again didn’t affect me all that much.

It stung, sure, but I wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing that. So I merely crossed my arms over my chest.

“Are you going to hit me yet? I’m bored.” I replied and faked a yawn to emphasise my point.

In the next two seconds he lashed out at me. I took the hit. He kept going, laughing at me all the while. I soon grew bored of him punching me. It hurt and I was pissed. As he went to take his next hit, I grabbed his fist and twisted it behind his back. He struggled so I sat on him. I grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled, before putting all my weight behind it and slammed his head into the linoleum floor. It made a sickening crunch and I knew that I had broken something. I repeated this action while hurling abuse and insults at him. In the next moment I was being lifted off of Anthony.

“Lemme go!” I screamed and repeated it over and over until I was put back on the ground.

“What happened here?” It was the PE teacher, Ms Mac.

“I was simply getting revenge.” I grinned an evil grin.

Ms Mac had a concerned look on her face.

“Ok, I’m going to take you both to the nurse’s office and then I will tell her to escort you to the counsellor’s office.”

“What, no principle?” I asked.

“Nope. I want you to sort out what ever beef you have with each other.” She reasoned.

I decided that I liked her, but I didn’t like the fact that I now had to go and see the counsellor. I hate the bastard. I’m sure he’s a paedophile.

We were escorted to the nurse’s office, where we were cleaned up and then she escorted us to the Guidance room. We were shoved into a room with a young looking guy.

“Hey guy’s I’m Gerard. I will be assisting here as a second counsellor, what seems to be the problem?” This Gerard guy asked.

“I have an issue with fags like Frank.” Anthony decided to start.

“Oh. Frank?” He asked.

“I have an issue with Anthony. He’s at the top of my ‘to kill’ list.” I stated, my voice sounding sinister like.

“Oh right, Anthony why don’t you go back to class. I’ll come and get you a bit later on and we’ll have a chat.” Gerard suggested, writing him a pass and sending him on his way.

Gerard turned to me.

“Let’s talk about why you have a kill list?”