Damien: PointlessMature

I was quite happy on my swing, feeling like a little kid. Until, of course, Phil decided it would be a real good idea to run at me and knock me off. I landed on my back, about a metre from the swings, with Phil's hands pinning me down and his knees either side of my hips.

"Maybe not here, doll," I mutter, looking up to see none other than Danny and... Kyle? What the fuck is he doing here? I sit up and push Phil off me, turning away from him, hiding the bright red flush in my cheeks.

"What's up?"

"Remember Kyle?"

"Mhm," he nods.

"Well he's right over there. With the new kid." We both glance over and Danny looks like he's trying to talk to Kyle, but Kyle has other things on his mind.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Having fun. Not that you would know anything about that, sunshine," I mutter, getting up. Well, I was having fun til you got here.

"I wouldn't say that." I look Danny in the eye.

"Didn't know homophobes were your style, man." Phil stands up, taking his place beside me.

"I- He's not that bad!"

"Of course not. That's why him and his friends have made most of my school years living hell."

"Sorry, bro," Kyle says. Everything about him screams fake and his apology is no fucking different.

"You don't even know him," Danny adds, but I ignore him.

"It's not me you should fucking apologise to, Kyle, it's my mom. She's the one that has to deal with the hospital bills," I spit at him and Phil puts a hand on my shoulder, trying to steer me away from a confrontation.

"I never touched you," he says, a little confused.

"Just leave it, Damien," Phil warns, but I ignore him, too.

"You never had to."

"You can't blame him for what others did!" Danny tries to defend the bastard again and Phil notices my temper rising. He shoves a bag of weed in my hand and tells me to go calm down. I grit my teeth and go wait for him by the swings. I don't want a joint, I want to smash that asshole's face in.

"We're not talking damage that other people have done to him, okay? So just leave it," Phil says quietly, and admittedly, a lot calmer than I would've managed.

"Look, Damien, I'm sorry for what Josh or any of the others did to you. I tried looking out for you but it didn't work," Kyle says as Phil starts to drag me away.

"There's no fucking point in trying to explain it to you is there?" I yell, shaking Phil's firm hand off my arm. Kyle looks at his feet, like he's trying to be ashamed or something. Not gonna fucking wash with me, doll. "Maybe you'll get it next time in hospital," I growl, stalking off, leaving a worried Phil behind me.

"It's just... people, like you when you're in school, they literally kill us. They break us down and reduce us to nothing. And sometimes, it gets too much. Sometimes, you wish you don't wake up after the next surgery..." I hear Danny sigh. I turn and see Kyle biting his lip.

"I'm sorry," he says again. I shake my head and start to run, leaving them all behind. Phil doesn't follow; he knows it's pointless. 


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