CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Martin was just trying to get through the schoolday without having to talk to anyone else. He'd made it to the last class.
He didn't think about his situation much. He knew he was unpopular, he knew he had no friends, he knew the other boys would hit him for no reason he could see, but he didn't think about it much. He didn't really think about anything really.
He thought about cartoons while his teacher was talking in math class and when it came time to do the work he didn't have a clue what to do. So he sat humming the theme song to a cartoon about bears he liked. Some girls heard him and laughed cruelly. He got a funny feeling in his pants.
Stuart was perfectly aware of his situation. He had freinds but only barely. He'd been a victim of bullying for the first two years of high school, but had somehow managed to slip under the bully radar in the third year. He had grown a bit between years and his voice had gotten deeper, which no doubt had helped. He always paid attention in class and loved maths.
He heard the girls laughing at Martin and laughed too. He tried to catch their eye but they didn't notice him. Stuart looked back at Martin, the way his shirt was untucked. For some reason it made him extremely angry, perhaps because it was the kind of thing he would have done in first year. TUCK IT IN.
The bell rang and they were free for another day. Martin felt people pushing him in the corridor and laughing, even people from lower years he didn't know were doing it. He dropped his bag and it opened. He sticker book fell out.
"Here man, look what Fartin's got," said one boy who had once burned Martin with a cigarette after Martin had caught him smoking behind the bike sheds. "Fucking sticker book, man!"
"You like stickers, Marty? You like sticking it up your siter?"
"No man, he likes sticking it up his MAW!"
"Eww, fucking Star Wars man, that's for kids, what the fuck would you bring that in for?"
"I was going to buy stickers on the way home...fucking stickers," said Martin, who'd never quite mastered when to swear. Stuart was making his was by now.
"Hey Vasshole, Martin's brought stickers in!"
"Okay..." said Stuart, puzzled as to why they were talking to him and hoping they'd let him walk by. Right now they were blocking the corrdior.
"Want a page man, you can wipe up yer maw's pussy juice with it!" said one, ripping a page from the sticker book.
"Hey, d...don't do that, I'll tell my dad!" said Martin.
"Yer dad's a bin man!" said one of the boys. "He works with shit all day and he comes home to a shit for brains son!"
"I bet his dad beats him and molests him!" said another. Stuart still wanted by and tried to walk on, but they still blocked his way.
"Don't you want a page of Martin's book? You could roll a joint in it, man!" Stuart laughed nervously. Suddenly Martin grabbed the sticker book (part of it anyway, it ripped) and ran outside.
"Fucking get the wee cunt!" said one of the boys and all four ran out, with Stuart right in the middle of them. He had little choice but to go with them. They didn't have to run for far, Martin tripped over a step and fell onto the concrete floor. The bullies grabbed the remains of his sticker book and utterly destroyed it.
Martin didn't even cry. He never cried. He tried to get up. They pushed him down. His glasses fell off. They smashed them.
"Help me, Stuart!" he said. The others laughed. Martin actually stuck his hand out, expecting Stuart to pull him up. Stuart was suddenly full of loathing.
"FUCK OFF," he shouted. The bullies laughed louder.
"Here man, the nerds are going to fight!" said one.
"My money's on Vassaline, he's used to wrestling with boys!"
"Aye come on ya faggot, kick his ass!"
Stuart wanted to walk away. Then Martin pushed him.
"You're a...a dick-fucker!" said Martin. The others howled with laughter. There was a crowd forming, including the girls. Stuart looked into Martin's eyes.
"This is stupid," he said.
"You're...you're maw's dad is stupid!" said Martin, pushing him again. Stuart pushed back. The other boys cheered and laughed. The girls laughed. One started filming the fight on her mobile phone.
"PAN HIS FACE IN MAN!" shouted a boy. Stuart swung a clumsy punch in Martin's direction. It hit him in the arm. Martin grabbed at Stuart.
"HE'S TRYING TO HUMP HIM!" screamed a euphoric bully.
Stuart stuggled free and Martin fell backwards. Stuart wanted to walk away, but the bullies picked Martin up and push him back towards Stuart.
"This is a bit of a sin," said one of the girls. "Making the two retards fight."
Stuart snapped. His swung as hard as he could, right at Martin's face, and again and again, in a fury, as Martin fell backwards. Stuart didn't stop there. He climbed on top of Martin and grabbed him around the neck.
"YOU FUCKING SPASTIC, I HATE YOU!" he screamed, then pushed Martin's head roughly into the concrete. Some saliva came out of Martin's mouth, and for a moment Stuart though he had tried to spit at him. So he smashed his head as hard against the concrete as he could. Instantly, Martin's eyes went dead. Stuart looked into them for a long moment. "GET UP AND FIGHT ME!" he said. A hushed quiet had fallen over the playground.
"Here man, that was out of order, he didn't deserve that!" said one of the bullies. Stuart stood up. There was blood on his hand, literally.
"Get help, get help, phone an ambulance!" one of the girls was screaming. But Stuart knew, as unbelievable as it was, he just knew that Martin was already dead.
Stuart attempted suicide three days later but was unsuccessful.
He didn't think about his situation much. He knew he was unpopular, he knew he had no friends, he knew the other boys would hit him for no reason he could see, but he didn't think about it much. He didn't really think about anything really.
He thought about cartoons while his teacher was talking in math class and when it came time to do the work he didn't have a clue what to do. So he sat humming the theme song to a cartoon about bears he liked. Some girls heard him and laughed cruelly. He got a funny feeling in his pants.
Stuart was perfectly aware of his situation. He had freinds but only barely. He'd been a victim of bullying for the first two years of high school, but had somehow managed to slip under the bully radar in the third year. He had grown a bit between years and his voice had gotten deeper, which no doubt had helped. He always paid attention in class and loved maths.
He heard the girls laughing at Martin and laughed too. He tried to catch their eye but they didn't notice him. Stuart looked back at Martin, the way his shirt was untucked. For some reason it made him extremely angry, perhaps because it was the kind of thing he would have done in first year. TUCK IT IN.
The bell rang and they were free for another day. Martin felt people pushing him in the corridor and laughing, even people from lower years he didn't know were doing it. He dropped his bag and it opened. He sticker book fell out.
"Here man, look what Fartin's got," said one boy who had once burned Martin with a cigarette after Martin had caught him smoking behind the bike sheds. "Fucking sticker book, man!"
"You like stickers, Marty? You like sticking it up your siter?"
"No man, he likes sticking it up his MAW!"
"Eww, fucking Star Wars man, that's for kids, what the fuck would you bring that in for?"
"I was going to buy stickers on the way home...fucking stickers," said Martin, who'd never quite mastered when to swear. Stuart was making his was by now.
"Hey Vasshole, Martin's brought stickers in!"
"Okay..." said Stuart, puzzled as to why they were talking to him and hoping they'd let him walk by. Right now they were blocking the corrdior.
"Want a page man, you can wipe up yer maw's pussy juice with it!" said one, ripping a page from the sticker book.
"Hey, d...don't do that, I'll tell my dad!" said Martin.
"Yer dad's a bin man!" said one of the boys. "He works with shit all day and he comes home to a shit for brains son!"
"I bet his dad beats him and molests him!" said another. Stuart still wanted by and tried to walk on, but they still blocked his way.
"Don't you want a page of Martin's book? You could roll a joint in it, man!" Stuart laughed nervously. Suddenly Martin grabbed the sticker book (part of it anyway, it ripped) and ran outside.
"Fucking get the wee cunt!" said one of the boys and all four ran out, with Stuart right in the middle of them. He had little choice but to go with them. They didn't have to run for far, Martin tripped over a step and fell onto the concrete floor. The bullies grabbed the remains of his sticker book and utterly destroyed it.
Martin didn't even cry. He never cried. He tried to get up. They pushed him down. His glasses fell off. They smashed them.
"Help me, Stuart!" he said. The others laughed. Martin actually stuck his hand out, expecting Stuart to pull him up. Stuart was suddenly full of loathing.
"FUCK OFF," he shouted. The bullies laughed louder.
"Here man, the nerds are going to fight!" said one.
"My money's on Vassaline, he's used to wrestling with boys!"
"Aye come on ya faggot, kick his ass!"
Stuart wanted to walk away. Then Martin pushed him.
"You're a...a dick-fucker!" said Martin. The others howled with laughter. There was a crowd forming, including the girls. Stuart looked into Martin's eyes.
"This is stupid," he said.
"You're...you're maw's dad is stupid!" said Martin, pushing him again. Stuart pushed back. The other boys cheered and laughed. The girls laughed. One started filming the fight on her mobile phone.
"PAN HIS FACE IN MAN!" shouted a boy. Stuart swung a clumsy punch in Martin's direction. It hit him in the arm. Martin grabbed at Stuart.
"HE'S TRYING TO HUMP HIM!" screamed a euphoric bully.
Stuart stuggled free and Martin fell backwards. Stuart wanted to walk away, but the bullies picked Martin up and push him back towards Stuart.
"This is a bit of a sin," said one of the girls. "Making the two retards fight."
Stuart snapped. His swung as hard as he could, right at Martin's face, and again and again, in a fury, as Martin fell backwards. Stuart didn't stop there. He climbed on top of Martin and grabbed him around the neck.
"YOU FUCKING SPASTIC, I HATE YOU!" he screamed, then pushed Martin's head roughly into the concrete. Some saliva came out of Martin's mouth, and for a moment Stuart though he had tried to spit at him. So he smashed his head as hard against the concrete as he could. Instantly, Martin's eyes went dead. Stuart looked into them for a long moment. "GET UP AND FIGHT ME!" he said. A hushed quiet had fallen over the playground.
"Here man, that was out of order, he didn't deserve that!" said one of the bullies. Stuart stood up. There was blood on his hand, literally.
"Get help, get help, phone an ambulance!" one of the girls was screaming. But Stuart knew, as unbelievable as it was, he just knew that Martin was already dead.
Stuart attempted suicide three days later but was unsuccessful.
