"Just leave me alone" I spatted out and instantly received another punch on my face. "Shut your disgusting mouth, fag"  I heard some one say, though I couldn't see who. My vision was blurry and my mouth tasted some thing like a mixture of puke and blood. 

    The last thing I remember was being cornered by two of those mean boys from the 6th grade of West Over, the military boarding school Bianca and I were attending for the past few months after leaving Lotus Hotel. And then, well, they started using me as their punching bag. The only thing I can think right now is how I'll mask the bruises. The last thing Bianca needs to worry about is her pathetically weak brother's lack of ability to defend himself. Weak. I was weak.

    "I AM NOT A FAG!" I shouted at them. Their stupid excuses for beating me up. That's all it was. There's no way I'm one of those horrible things. And there's no way I'm gonna lose to them.

    I aimed a punch at where I hope one of those bullies were standing. He easily side stepped it. "Shouting won't change what you are" I heard one say. Honestly, I don't even know their names. Bill something I guess. The snickering continued.

   I sighed inwardly. It was impossible for me to defeat them. They were older than me and stronger and more in number. Weak, you're weak  a voice whispered in my head If only you weren't such a coward you're mother would still be alive. Yes, it was my fault I could have saved her. I don't know how but all I know is I could have, I should have saved her. I didn't even tried to rescue her did I? I felt something bad was about to happen. Why didn't I act? Why didn't I do something, anything? 

   Thoughts like this had often clouded my mind ever since we left Lotus Hotel. Back there I used to play mythomagic all the time and video games, those were good too. They distracted me from all my thoughts, my worries, my guilt. That's what i was good at- running away. Not facing  my problems, not facing my fears. Like I said I was a coward

   As I continued to be punched and kicked a sudden anger tugged at my chest. No not anger, rage. I was furious, furious at myself.  I screamed.

     And then I passed out.

     When I regained consciousness I lying on one of the beds in the school infirmary. I hate the infirmary, any infirmary or hospitals on any places like that. They have a strange smell like.... Death which is ironic considering it's where lives are saved and weird because death doesn't smell but I don't have any other words to describe it.

   Above me I could see I plain white ceiling. The first thing that came to my mind was- Bianca. She must be worried which in turn made me worry. I looked at the side of my bed, expecting Bianca to be sitting there. Instead there sat Grover, my room mate.

    Grover was in 7th grade and at least a good four years older than me. How he got to be my room mate? I'd never know. He's always nervous and chews almost about anything and is totally weird. Mark my words on that one.

   "You're awake" he said staring at now conscious me like I was most certainly doomed to sleep through the end of the world. 

    " Well duh" I muttered. That's a new word I'd learned in here. Wonder why I hadn't heard it before in lotus hotel (I barely remember talking with anyone there anyways) ..... or even back in Italy. I remember the first time Grover used that and I just stared at him blankly. For a week I'd caught him giving me looks like What are we going to do with you?

    He's actually nice, always looking out for me and Bianca, some times more than necessary.

    " What happened? Was it Dr Thorn?" Grover asked, back in his anxious-nervous-tin-chewing-self. Oh yeah did I mention he was biting on a tin can like right now?

   " Nooo" I whined as I slowly sat up " What's your problem with Dr Thorn any ways?"

    Dr Thorn, in case you're wondering, is our Vice Principle. Grover has the habit of blaming him for anything wrong in his life and our's.

    Sure at times it feels like he was some kind of monster but that doesn't mean he is.

    "Nothing " he mumbled and then in a little louder tone "Who beated you then? "

     "You know those boys from the sixth grade" I replied. He nodded. "You found me .....in the washroom?" He nodded again. Did I mentioned he looks out way too much for us?  That includes stalking too. Well more or less. More more than less.

    " Billy and James?" He asked.

    "I think so, yeah" I replied.

   Grover stayed for a few more hours. We talked about random stuff. He kept on fidgeting nervously.  At times I caught him muttereing something like weird...smell... underwear....monster. I didn't asked anything.

   Bianca visited me for a while but she had to leave apparently to study for a test  tomorrow. She was awfully quiet the whole time which I'll admit almost scared me to death. When she and Grover left it was already 10pm. I was the only one left in the infirmary which astonishingly seemed more fitting to me than I'd expect.

 I spent the night like usual, that is sleepless. No thoughts came to me. Everything was blank. It almost always is blank. Sometimes I try to think but it just seems so use less. Everytime I smile I feel emptier than ever. It feels like hanging at the edge of an endless void, rocks dugging deeper into my hands, blood spilling out. But I can't feel anything. I could see other people, faceless, walking about. Why should I stay like this? Why not just let go? Bianca.She needs me. She was my only anchor. My only will to hang on. To stay. stay.stay. stay.........

     I was released in the morning. The next two days I didn't even saw my bullies. I should have been relieved. But I wasn't, something didn't felt right. On the contrary I debated on with myself nothing feels right.

  Everything seemed normal or at least I forced myself to think that way until that announcement on the third day since my night in the infirmary.

   I was sitting in the cafeteria playing mythomagic with

"Billy Smith and James McCann of 6th grade had been missing for past two days if anyone knows there whereabouts please inform the authority" 

  A strange sense of satisfaction waved over me. Justice was made and I have a notion I had to do something with it.

AN: Okay not one of my best works How's it? Oh also I'm thinking about writing Ship Of The Dead from Alex's point of view What do you guys think should I? plz vote and comment