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Old 24-08-2011, 03:34 PM   #1
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He was a chunky, awkward, and short 15 year old
who wore coke bottle glasses, spoke with a slight lisp
and walked with a gimpy step
due to his left leg being two inches longer than his right

School was not a kind place for him
because of his lisp and awkward walk nearly everyone called him “faggot”

Although he was tormented by the majority of the student body
the jocks gave it to him the worst
when walking through the hallways to class, they’d regularly slap him upside the head
shove him into a locker, or play keep away with his glasses

On account of a medical condition, he’d occasionally have to use crutches or a wheelchair
and the jocks especially enjoyed attacking him then
often kicking his crutches out from underneath him or dumping him out of his wheelchair

As bad as his walks through the hallways were
gym class was most horrific for him
he’d always be picked last for teams
tripped up
spit on
and intentionally fouled roughly during games

After class, in the locker room, was where he got it the worst
one of the most menacing jocks, a 6’4, muscular linebacker everyone called “Mad Dog”
would administer the boy a variety of wedgies, such as the “Melvin”
which involved pulling the boy’s tighty whitey’s up from the front, causing much pain to his genitals
or the “atomic wedgie,” where Mad Dog’d sneak up from behind
and hoist the waistband of the boy’s underwear up and over the boy’s head

The most painful wedgie of all, though, was the “hanging wedgie,”
in which the boy would be hung by the waistband of his underwear
elevated from the ground
and sometimes twirled around in airborne circles
and once released
flung clear across the distance of the locker room

Every once in a while the jocks had contests
to see who could make the boy fly the farthest via such maneuvers

The wedgie attacks, name calling, and hallway beatings turned increasingly violent
eventually reaching a crescendo one day after school
when a group of jocks ambushed the boy in the bathroom while he was urinating

They seized him from behind, pushed his face into the piss filled urinal trough
pulled his pants down to his ankles
and forced a hard green banana up into his ass
laughing madly
the jocks raped him brutally with the piece of produce
yelling such things as “you know you like it, faggot!” among other taunts

Mad Dog even filmed the incident on his cell phone
joking about how he was going to put it on the internet

After sodomizing the boy for a minute or two
the jocks removed the banana from his bleeding anus
and threw him to the cold tile floor

One of the jocks spontaneously plucked a live cockroach off the graffiti covered bathroom wall
shoved it into the boy’s mouth
held his jaw shut
and made him swallow it
which elicited a boisterous round of applause from the group

The jocks then filed out the door
high fiving each other
still laughing hysterically

The boy stumbled up to his feet
vomited into the urinal trough
pulled up his pants and limped home
where he showered and brushed his teeth several times

That night the thoughts of revenge that’d swirled in his head for years began to rapidly intensify

Stealing his dad’s guns and carrying out a Columbine style attack
planting a car bomb in Mad Dog’s Confederate Flag painted monster pickup truck
hurling a Molotov cocktail onto the field during a football game
poisoning the punch bowl at the prom with liquid LSD or cyanide
all types of ideas crossed his mind…

But for now, he just sat back in his bean bag chair
unsheathed a hunting knife he kept under his bed
rolled up his left pant leg
revealing a large patch of scars
and slid the tip of the knife about four inches down his upper left quad
drawing a small stream of dark red blood
which trickled slowly over his inner thigh

Watching the blood drip pierced through his cocoon of learned numbness like a million needles
his eyes then welled up
and he started to sob uncontrollably

He got up and locked his door
crawled into bed
and yanked the covers over his head

That night he prayed for anything to happen
that’d prevent him from having to go to school the next day
a tornado
snowstorm
earthquake
terrorist attack
anything

He just didn’t want to see those faces anymore
he didn’t want to hear the laughter

He just wanted to stay in bed.


Last edited by Amaryllis : 26-08-2011 at 02:04 AM. Reason: Removed link. Posted poem.
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Old 24-08-2011, 06:16 PM   #2
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