giving in

"go to hell.." she mutters as she stagars away.
"whatever you fuckign dyke! at least im a fucking decent person and i dont hang all over that faggot"
she winces.... hes not a faggot ..
shes numb to most of the words.. shes pretty sure he is too ... she cant help but want to defend him
she walks away and stumbles behind the bathrooms... he shows up ... hey sweetie! whats wrong?
she rolls her eyes up to look at him .... she falls lifeless against the wall ... "nothing .. " she mutters "close minded people suck is all " ... he says ok and kisses her forehead and bounces away.... i coud stay here for a week ... no one would care... i wish i didnt love him so much she winces as her stomach starts to hurt... she climbs up the wall... every one she knows is playing on the feild... i hate thier coach .. thier never good enough for him ... she wanders to the bleachers ... clutching her stomach ... i dont think i relized how hard he hit me .. she leans on the fence .... she looks down onto her lap ...... blood.... the world spins... leaning her head back she closes her eyes... the last thing she hears is some one calling for help .... some one makign a remark and a wince in the band...

the show must go on