Begining of Secrets

        My eyes slowly fluttered open and I saw bright white light. My head hurt like hell. I put a hand on my aching head and groaned lightly. I felt a bandage wrapped around my forehead that went all around the top of my head. I also soon realized I couldn't move my other arm. I sat up abruptly which made me woozy and I fell back over. Where am I? I look around and realize I'm in the hospital. Before I can freak out I hear an unexpected voice. "Hey you're up. How you feeling?" came the voice from the doorway.
        I look over only to see Blake standing there holding a coffee. He stands there casually despite the fact there's blood on his jeans and T-shirt. I then remember what happened...

"Hey faggot!" I heard from the familiar voice of one of the popular jocks, Danntec. I wanted to tell him to leave me alone or scream for help, but having the foot pushing down on my back made it hard to breathe let alone speak. He grabbed my hair and slammed my face back to the floor. I felt the blood running down my face. I felt all this unexplainable pain. Then everything started going dark. I heard him laughing at me in the background. He stomped down on my arm. I heard a horrible cracking sound. I was to busy screaming in pain to notice it that well, however. My eyes blurred with tears that were also running down my face making wounds burn. I couldn't take it anymore. Everything went completely black. The last thing I heard was him walking away and the bathroom door closing behind him.

         "You okay?" Blake says with concern in his voice as he approaches me, "You look like you've seen a ghost." Blake was looking into my eyes as if they would reveal everything. He was right at my side. I felt a blush slightly growing on my cheeks. "What happened to you? Who did this?" he questioned with concern. "It's not a big deal. It's not like it's the first time I've gotten beaten up." I said while turning my head back to look at the ceiling.
          "I know you haven't known me long, not even a day, but I want to get to know you and know that you can trust me as well as I can trust you. Talk to me. I'm here to listen." He said so sincerely. I blushed again slightly and looked back at him. His face held a tiny smile. I want to trust him, but I'm still kind of unsure. I tell him what happened hesitantly. He seems upset but it's not exactly a happy story so I don't think anything of it.
           After I finish, we sit in silence for a few moments. "I'm going to talk to the principle about this tomorrow." he said. "Don't" is all I said in response. "Why not?" he asked sounding confused. "It'll just fuel others to torment my friends and me." I said as if it was nothing, "I'll just heal and go back to normal in, based on my injuries, a week or two give or take." He starred at me astonished that I let it all go so easily. I'm just used to it.
            "I've always been the kid who's weird and pushed aside. This is normal to me." I said and shrugged. He blinked and just sat speechless. Again the room was filled with silence until the doctor came in. "Hello there." said the doctor. We turned our heads too the doorway which he was standing in. "I'm here to talk with you about your injuries Mr. Raw...rare...rayr..." said the doctor. He tried to pronounce my name but just wasn't getting it. I opened my mouth to pronounce it for him but Blake had beat me to it. "It's Rarian." He said politely.
            "Thank you. Well Rarian, Thankfully it's nothing fatal. Just a little bruising on your ribs and a mild concussion. The most serious thing would be your arm." said the doctor with a false smile. "Can I leave?" I asked completely serious. "Um no we have to keep you for observation and healing for a couple days. Mainly for your arm." the doctor said. I starred at him for a couple minutes. "No, I'm leaving." I said yanking the I.V. out of my arm. Blake and the doctor just stared at me with there mouths agape.
              Blood dripped down my arm a bit so I walked over and grabbed some bandages and wrapped where the I.V. had been. It was a bit hard because of my arm but I managed. I then grabbed my clothes, put them on, and started walking out the door with my arm in a sling I found. I walked out of the hospital room and down the hall quite a ways despite my chest and head pains. As I stopped and waited for the elevator, Blake came up beside me. "Dude what the hell are you doing?" he asked bewildered. "I'm leaving." I said flatly.
              "But the doctor sai-" he started before I interrupted. "I don't care what the doctor says. I can't stay..."  

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