I saw you at school.

You came up to me,

demanding

"why are you avoiding me"

I never realized how stupid you were.

Why wouldn't I be avoiding you?

You hurt me

you always hurt me,

you think something's wrong with me,

you think that I'm an awful person,

that I'm inconsiderate,

that I'm too fat to show my face,

and that I shouldn't even be alive right now

nonetheless breathing the same air as you.

So ask me again.

Why wouldn't I be avoiding you?

The bell rang,

and the halls were empty.

Turning away from you,

I started walking away.

But you're a persistent person.

You roughly grabbed my arm,

spun me around,

and slapped me.

Right across my cheek.

I had nothing to say to you after that.

Yanking my arm away from your grip,

I glared at you,

eyes fiercer than they have ever been,

before letting tears escape my eyes.

That surprised you,

so it was easy to get away.

"wait elliot"

Never before

have I raised my middle finger to someone;

never in a sign of disrespect,

never in a sign of anger.

But at that moment,

I held it up.

Nice and strong,

just for you.

And as I entered the bathroom,

I thought

I'm fine

I'm fine

I'll be fine.

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