Nelson's PoV

I still had thirty minutes before my first period started, so I decided I would hide out in the library before I had to go to class. I didn't think the guys that came after me every day would go in the library. They seemed too stupid to read. Hopefully I would be safe for the first half an hour of my day before I had to face the world outside in the hallways. I grabbed a random book from a bookshelf in the back of the school library and sat down in a corner to pretend to read. Maybe this way even if they did come into the library, they wouldn't see me or recognize me.

About twenty minutes passed before the book was yanked unceremoniously from my grasp, and the faces of Steve, Jeramiah, and Logan leered down at me. Slowly, I tried to get up to my feet, but Steve grabbed my hair and slammed my head back against the wall. A whimper escaped my lips as their laughter echoed through my ears.

"Hey look guys, it looks like I made the girl cry!" He taunted.

"I'm not a girl," I mumbled quietly.

Steve glared down at me and yanked at my hair until I was standing unsteadily on my feet. "What was that, wh***?" He growled at me.

I took a few steadying breaths before I looked him in the eyes. "I said, I'm not a girl," I repeated myself, louder this time.

All of them glared at me for a minute before they began. Steve punched me in the stomach before letting go of my hair. I crumpled to the floor, and the three of them kicked my sides, chest, and stomach while calling me a lot of names I don't want to repeat. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the bell signaling it was time to go to first period rang. The guys left me on the floor and stalked off while laughing at their "victory." I allowed myself a couple of minutes to lay there before I stood up and hobbled my way to the nearest bathroom.

I locked myself in one of the stalls before I took off my shirt to inspect the damage done to my torso. There were new bruises everywhere, erupting on top of old bruises, and there were a lot of cuts and scrapes from the soles of their shoes. I quickly put my shirt back on again before walking out of the stall. I grabbed a paper towel and soaked it in cool water.

After I made my way back to the stall, the bell rang for first period to begin. It looks like I'm skipping class. I took off my shirt again and started cleaning up the scrapes and cuts, wincing slightly as the paper towel brushed over the wounds. When I finally managed to stop all of the bleeding, I grabbed my emergency first aid kit from my back pack. Call me crazy if you want, but after about a year of dealing with their shit, I've learned to just carry it with me every time I go to school.

I grabbed a small tube of Neosporin and spread the somewhat clear cream over the cuts and bruises. Then I grabbed my box of Band-Aids and started to place them all over my torso while I prayed that I wouldn't get an infection. It took about ten minutes to finally run out of Band-Aids, but unfortunately I ran out of the bandages before I could cover up all of the injuries. I sighed as I threw the empty box back into the first aid kit along with the Neosporin.

I finally looked down at my chest to inspect fully what had happened to the binding. It was ripped to shreds. I fought back tears as I dug through my back pack for my spare binding, and I replaced the shredded one with my new one. Maybe I could just tell my mom I accidentally lost this one. She was going to have to know eventually, so I could get a new one. However, I really didn't want her to know what happens at school. It would only make Steve and his friends angrier.

I didn't realize how long I had been in the bathroom until the bell for second period rang. I heard kids flooding the hallways, and I hurriedly packed my back pack again. A drop of water landed on my hand, and I picked up my hand to touch my face. I hadn't realized I had been crying. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes as I swung my back pack over my shoulder, wincing slightly as it bumped into some of my bruises. Squaring my shoulders, I finally let myself out of the bathroom and into the crowd of students that hated me.

Looking back on it, I kind if wished that those horrendous students had been my only problems in the next hours to come.

I know that was an incredibly sad chapter, but it will get better! I would say trust me, but I am an author, and authors do tend to write a lot feels heh heh. Sorry not sorry. Anyway, I hope you guys have a good night, and I'll try to get my homework done as fast as I can tomorrow in order to make another update.