'You are so weird.' He kicked me laughing, as his friends laughed behind him. 'And you're so damn weak, you queer, blip-less freak!' He kicked me in the stomach again, probably fracturing my ribcage. He grabbed the collar of my shirt and slammed his fist into my face. There was definitely going to be a bruise there afterwards. Pain seeped through my body, as tears slid down my face and I tasted the sweet, metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I lay in fetal position on the ground, bracing myself for the next hit. People walked past, pretending they didn't notice me getting beat up or just simply not caring. Even teachers ignored. I let out a loud sob as he bent down and dragged me up by my hair, forcing me to look at him. He punched my face again, hard, this time causing my nose to bleed. Finally he pushed me into the lockers behind me, causing a loud BANG. I slid down the locker, crying silently. Hugging my knees, I sat on the ground, as everything went black...

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I woke up with tears streaking my face. My heart was pounding in my chest after that terrible nightmare. I felt a lump in my throat as I struggled not to cry. It started to feel like it was hard to breathe, like my throat was closing up. My vision started to tunnel and became blurry. My chest felt tight and I felt like I was being choked. I frantically opened my bedside table and tried to find my medication. My hand closed around the small tube, and I quickly popped two pills in my mouth. I swallowed them dry, trying not to choke on them.

My last year of middle school was pretty rough, it caused me to have frequent anxiety attacks and nightmares. I sighed and ran a hand through my messy, blonde hair and quickly wiped my eyes before heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

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After walking into the cafeteria, I quickly bought some breakfast and I took my seat next to Stelar, giving her a wide smile. I held a cup of coffee in my hand, and and blueberry muffin. 

"Good morning! How are you?" I greeted.