Schuey Weever. You’ve heard the rumours, of course you have. He and his friends are trouble, so you stayed away. You always stayed away. Head down, out of sight, out of mind, out of trouble. So you avoided him in school, not that he tried getting your attention anyways. He knew of your existence, but didn’t actually give a fuck about you either way. And you were fine with that. He focused on bullying Billy Savage, and, despite feeling bad for the kid, you were thankful he wasn’t focused on you.

Schuey and his friends were very much the ‘cry in public and your life is over’ kinda thing. They’d bully, torment kids for crying in school, but no one would dare do anything about it. You were safe though, you rarely cried, you learnt not to.

You snuck out of the house, hood up, bus money in hand. You checked the time.

21:58

You had about ten hours until your mum woke up and called the police, that was ten hours you had to escape to another town.

Tears stung your eyes as you walked to the bus stop, falling for the first time in god knows how long. And just your luck, Schuey and his friends were leant against a brick wall.

Keep your head down

You tried wiping the tears from your face, but it was too late. The sharpness of his voice made you stop as you tried to cross the street. You were dead.