As he was packing his bag and stuffing heavy books into his locker, he was approached by his enemies.

He froze and looked towards their direction, only to feel a sharp pain spread through his jaw. He was sent flying across the hall, landing on his back.

He got stepped on like he was a piece of crumbled paper. He got kicked in the stomach and knee countless times until he couldn't probably breathe, coughing out blood.

"Please"

"Stop"

He begged but they didn't stop until they saw tears flood his eyes. They walked away, calling him names and left him laying lifelessly in the middle of the isolated hallway.

He struggled to sit up, uncontrollable tears streaming down his blood-smeared cheeks. He felt like he was being treating worse than trash but he couldn't do anything about it.