Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ DOMINATION ❯ School Horror ( Chapter 3 )

~*~Chapter 3:New School Life

 

I awoke to the warm sun hitting my eyes. All over I ached, feeling the muscles that I used to fight off my mother burning when I moved. Slowly my eyes opened. Blinded by the light I turned over, catching a glance at my clock on my dresser. A yawn came to me but it stopped short: 10:14am.

 

“AHH!!” I yelled and threw the blood soaked covers off of me, freaking out about how late it was. Today was Friday and I still had to go to school. My mother was the one who usually woke me up to send me off, but considering what happened last night, I doubt she even wants to look into my face.

 

My face… it was in so much pain. I can't remember where I was hit with the leather belt, but obviously it got my face. I went over to my full length mirror and stripped my clothes off on the way, yelping as my left shoulder spiked pain all through me. Now naked, I saw the damage my mother had caused me. Emotional pain tore at my heart as I looked at myself up and down.

 

To start, my face was cut up and I had a black, right eye. My nose had dried blood running down into my mouth and bruises were on my cheeks. My left eye apparently got smacked by the belt. A long, rectangular red mark covered it along with more dried blood. When I blinked, it hurt. Closing just that eye, I could see that a long cut was on my eye lid.

 

I sighed sadly, keeping back more tears, and looked down at my body. My chest was marked a few times by the same rectangular shape that covered my eye. Cuts and open wounds went with them. Just trying to breath was killing me, spotting a mark on my heart. Traveling down my chest, I saw some whip marks on my abdomen and on my hips. Surprising enough, she had missed my childish penis and just got my thighs and legs, scarring them up too.

 

The sight was just too much for me to bear as I backed away to my clothes drawer. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that bastard belt that had beat me lying next to my school stuff. I wiped away the tears that were running down my bruised cheeks. Pulling out underwear, a grey t-shirt with white long sleeves under them, and a pair of grey gi pants, I padded towards the bathroom to clean myself up. The soap burned my skin like alcohol and I cried while I washed up.

 

Heading downstairs quietly with my books, I saw my mother passed out on the couch with a bottle of Budweiser in her hand (along with many others around her). Hate again plagued my mind as I tip-toed passed her, afraid to wake the demon as it slept. `How can a mother just beat her child like that?' I thought to myself, quivering with anger and sadness. I grabbed a granola bar and quietly exited the house, blasting towards Orange Star Middle School. I've already missed 1st and 2nd period.

 

Our school wasn't that big. We had to have mobile homes in the back lot for classrooms and all of my classes were in them (Team 8-E… the retard team). I walked up to the classes in the very back of the school lot, seeing that no one was outside on such a beautiful day. I came up to my 3rd period class, Life Science, heaving a sigh. I sat right next to Trunks and we had every class together, too. “Maybe he'll just forgive and forget…” I told myself and nodded, motivated enough to knock on the door.

 

Voices hushed inside and I heard the footsteps of our teacher come to the door. He flung it open with a big smile on his face. “Glad you could make it Goten! We are taking our chapter 14 test! I hope you studied!” Mr. Wagoner was always so happy that it was scary.

 

`Shit… I forgot about that…' I came into the science classroom, not making eye contact with anyone, but instead I watched the snakes in their cases, hissing at anyone who came near. Again with the eyes… I could feel them on me. With my acute hearing I knew they were talking about me. But why? Was there something on my face? Shit on my pants? What were they all talking about?!

 

I took a seat next to Trunks and finally looked up, my slow growing paranoia proving right. Everyone in our classroom was staring at me with disgust or shock. I looked around myself and felt a panic attack for no reason at all. “You should know why they're looking at you.” Trunks whispered, keeping his eyes locked on his test.

 

“Y-you told them what I did?” I was barely audible as our teacher gave me the test.

 

He looked over at me and glared at me with a Vegeta mocking smirk. My mouth dropped and pain in my heart returned. Such deceit… how could he possibly do that to me?? “Fag.” I heard someone behind me whisper and then felt a wadded up piece of paper hit the back of my head. His friend chuckled. My black eye twitched as I felt agony wash over me. I was ruined socially now.

 

I got through the test with a sickeningly slow pace. Every 5 minutes or so a faint “fag” was passed to my ears or a “queer” was whispered. I even got a note from a kid that sat 3 seats away from me: Queers burn in Hell! It was too much. I was overloading. I had to fight the salty tears that were desperately wanting to fall. Was this what my school life was going to be like till college?

 

The bell rang and everyone bolted for the door. When I went to stand up, a kid bumped into me and my body was crushed against the chair and the table. It didn't really hurt; it was just the shock that made me hold onto myself. My second attempt wasn't any better. A jock wearing a football t-shirt purposely hit me in the back of the head with his elbow, scoffing out “faggot” to me. Going for a third try, ready to scream at the next asshole that stopped me, I stood carefully. Finally no one touched me and I smiled to myself. `Thank you Kami…' I thought and went out the door.

 

I escaped 3rd period only to be met by a book in my face, hitting the eye that had a cut on it. I grabbed a hold of my pulsing eye with a yell and heard everyone laughing around me. Even the girls were laughing at me, which was totally unexpected. I took my hands away to see people wearing “Hollister” and “Abercrombie” pointing and laughing at me. In the front row of jackasses was Trunks, smirking like he had just won the greatest battle of his life. Even people that I had become friends with were laughing or imitating a sexual encounter with another guy.

 

Whoever said friendship was sacred needs to be shot…

 

I grabbed my books that had dropped to the ground and ran to the main building for lunch, getting more things thrown at me and yells of “Run faggot run!!” followed. Tears cascaded down my face as I burst into the side door of the school. Instead of going to the cafeteria, I made a mad dash for the bathroom. Going in, I threw my books on the ground and stumbled into a stall. I fell to my knees and hurled my granola bar into the nasty toilets. I cried and puked, my body quaking with every movement. The acid from my stomach began to hurt my throat, considering I hadn't had anything to eat in about 24 hours.

 

Once I was done with my convulsions, I drooped my head and began to cry some more. What did I do to deserve this? Confess my love to my best friend? Did he really have to do all of this? He simply should have just pushed me away and told me that he didn't feel for me like I did to him. But to go off and beat me then turn the whole team against me is ridiculous. It makes me wonder you know… if he really ever wanted me as a friend. True best friends didn't do what he's done to me. Was I in his way? “I wish that that he would've told me that he didn't want my friendship… that's better than turning my life into Hell.” I whispered and wiped my nose.

 

For the rest of lunch, I stayed in the back stall of the bathroom and held myself, fighting my outrage and depression. At times, come guys came in talking about me. “Where'd that little queer run to?”

 

“I dunno. But next time I see him, let's beat the shit outta him.”

 

“Yeah!”

 

The sound of piss hitting a urinal came to my ears and I buried my head deeper into my arms, wanting to hide from the world and myself forever. Maybe dad could get me out of this school. If he and mom really do divorce, then I want to live with him (but only if he wasn't living in Capsule Corp.). Who needs school anyway? You only go so you can work at a dead end job, have a dead end marriage, have fucked up kids, and die. Living with my dad at least I can learn more about nature and take up hunting or fishing with him, helping him with protecting the universe or something like that.

 

The bell rang for 5th period and I took my time going back to the classrooms in the back lot, wanting to avoid the two guys who were planning to beat me up because I was gay.

 

I've been gay since 4th grade now. I noticed that I was when I noticed that I didn't like any of the girls that wanted to be my girlfriend. Instead, I was hoping that a boy would notice me. Wow… to be gay at such a young age… I was planning my “coming out of the closet” day once school was out. Well, you know that didn't go as I had hoped. But to be bashed and trashed by both Trunks and my mother made me want to run into the darkest regions of the closet forever. Too late now… I'm already out and everyone knows it.

 

I walked into Language Arts and got to my desk as fast as I could without looking stupid. “Hey it's fag boy!” I heard Trunks' voice shout in my ear. He had strolled up to my desk and sat on it. He grabbed my hair and showed my face to the class. “This is him ladies and gentlemen! He's the one who tried to put his tongue down my throat!” he exclaimed with a smile.

 

Where the hell was the teacher?! I looked around frantically to find our pregnant teacher, only to see just kids laughing and pointing again. Trunks yanked on my hair some more to move my head side to side, showing me, the stupid little shit, off to the whole class. I swung my arms and knocked his grip off of me. “Stop!” I yelled.

 

“Awwww. Is the little queer mad at me now?” he stroked my chin playfully and then pinched my cheeks between his fingers. “Poor little faggot.” He grinned and blew a kiss towards me.

 

I growled and made a quick jerking movement, causing him to fall off the desk top. “I said `Stop'!” I scowled and hid the hurt behind my eyes. Why does he keep torturing me?

 

He stood up and smacked me across the face, giving me an evil stare. He then got me into a head lock and spat in my face “Don't you ever touch me again you sick homo.” He let me go, returning to his seat with people cheering and clapping like he was some big fucking hero.

 

I couldn't breath, couldn't see, and couldn't fathom what was going on. Our teacher came in with a stack of papers. “Sorry that I'm late class. I was making copies of your new research assignment.” She smiled as the class groaned. I looked down at my hands that were fists, shaking in my anger. But what could I do…? I can't just get up and beat the shit out of Trunks like he had done to me. I wasn't going to stoop to that level and besides… there were witnesses…

 

The rest of the day rolled on like this. I got harassed back and forth and even got into a fist fight with those two assholes I heard in the bathroom. At least I got to take my anger out on SOMEONE finally. The two went home limping with bloody noses. About 2 weeks went by like this and I began to learn to ignore it instead of take it personally. If I did that, then I'd be swimming in a sea of despair every second of my life.

 

Like I wasn't doing that already…