PROMPT : BULLY
Ow, ow, owie.
This hurts.
I’m holding my nose, because it kind of hurts, but the blood streaming down my face is a bit too familiar for comfort.
This is bad. This is actually bad, because if I get hurt any more than this—other people are going to get in trouble.
Ow.
Another kick. Another punch.
Stupid bullies.
They don’t learn.
I warned them.
Oh heaven help me, but I did warn them.
Their ugly words twine in the air around me and I feel sick to my stomach. I’ve never done anything to them—except transfer in the middle of school year, right smack into their little student war.
Oh no. OW!
That was a crunch—that was—a bone?
Oh no. No. No. No. This is bad. This is so bad. I’m sorry. I don’t even know—I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. It was…not nice knowing you, but maybe, somewhere deep inside you were a good person.
“…May God have mercy on your soul,” I whisper, because Father Raphael has taught me some good manners.
“What did you say?” Someone exclaims.
“Why you little b-!”
“Get her!”
“Teach her a good lesson!”
“Break something else!”
I close my eyes, because I always hate watching this part—and it hurts to open them anyway. Someone got a lucky shot in.
Ow.
The sound of breaking bones and snapping spines isn’t something you can un-hear.
By the time I get one swollen eye open, their silent corpses litter the ground, eyes wide with terror in silent horror.
I pick my way through their strewn bodies and stretch slowly, painfully, up to the sky. The sun’s soft rays bathe my battered body, healing every wound almost at once.
Just as it always does. In the same way that any physical harm to my person directly rebounds on the idiots who have inflicted it.
But, I did warn them.
Oops.
(c) S. Harricharan