I sit there, looking around frantically. Why am I here? Where is "here"? I couldn't focus on seeing where I was when the memories hit me. The pulsing pain in my head intensified as I remembered an angry-sounding feminine voice shouting, "You're such a disgrace, Aiden! What did I do to deserve such a sinful son like you?!".

It was my mother's voice...

I remembered being hit repeatedly. In the head, the stomach, the chest and everywhere else as I lay on the floor helplessly. I remember what happened before that, and how I got into this mess in the first place...

I was living my usual life as a 15-year-old boy in high school. I was walking through a corridor, returning some books that my english teacher borrowed from another teacher, when Alex (one of my bullies and the leader of his "gang" of friends) grabbed me, and took me to the nearest bathroom, the books dropping in the process. He took me into one of the stalls, pushed me against the wall.

And then he kissed me.

The kiss was rough, and felt almost rushed. I didn't know what to do. Shock and surprise mixed to create the confused pleasure I was feeling. I even relaxed my body, which made him deepen the kiss just the slightest bit. After a few seconds, he stopped, grabbed my hair and harshly said into my ear, "You better not tell anyone about this."

I nod my head, still in a daze from what just happened, and he lets go of my hair. He leaves the stall and I try to calm down my heart. Why was it beating this hard? I sat there for about a minute, breathing shakily and trying to calm my thoughts. Eventually, I sigh, feeling extremely exhausted all of a sudden as I leave the bathroom and carry on with my school day.

As the day carried on, I couldn't stop thinking about that damn kiss. Why did Alex kiss me? Why did it feel good? Why did I want him to do more than just kiss me? Why did I like it? Did I like him? Why was my heart beating this fast over a kiss? I got snapped out of my thoughts by the ringing of the bell. The last lesson had just finished. I packed up my stuff and went home.