The sharp sound of the impact echoed in the dusty music room, and I watched him while I heaved heavily as reality slowly began to hit me and the damage became clear to me.
I... I was the lunatic here.
How could I just slap him? And not only that, I headbutted him hard on his head.
My head was enough to give anyone a concussion, I believed.
Was I going to be all right in this school?
I doubt it.
Well, since we were already here, I'd best speak my mind. Whatever the consequences were, it wouldn't change with just a few more words.
"I... I'm not a toy for you to play with," I said, my voice shaking with rage, fear, and... hell, I knew I was done for.
My heart thumped hard against my chest like it wanted to get out and not be a part of whatever was going to happen afterwards.
But just when I was expecting the worst, maybe a hit back or a hiss of dissatisfaction, he started laughing.
Did he really get a concussion?
His head must be more twisted than it originally was.
