Agony

After John was brutally decimated by Donquavious, he had attempted to crawl home with a black eye, a bloody nose, and bruises all over his body. He was in pain, but he was more humiliated than anything else.

As he crawled home in the pouring rain, he felt like the world was against him. The cold water seeped through his clothes and made him shiver, and he couldn't find any shelter from the downpour. He tried to cover his head with his hood, but it was no use.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, a car drove by and splashed a huge wave of water on him, drenching him from head to toe. He felt a surge of anger and despair, and he knew that he had reached rock bottom.

His classmates were standing on a nearby street corner, laughing and pointing at him. One of them, a girl named Shalesha, walked up to him and sneered. "Oh, look at poor little John, all wet and crying. What's the matter, can't handle a little rain?"

John felt a surge of anger and despair. He wanted to lash out at Shalesha and make her feel the same pain that he was feeling, but he knew that it wouldn't do any good. He was too weak and too scared to stand up for himself.

"Leave me alone, Shalesha," he said in a small, defeated voice. "I just want to go home."

But Shalesha wasn't satisfied with just taunting him. She reached out and grabbed John's backpack, pulling it off his shoulders and tossing it into a nearby puddle. "There, now you're really wet and miserable," she said, laughing cruelly.

John felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He wanted to run and hide, but he knew that he had nowhere to go. He was trapped in this miserable existence, and there was no escape.

He picked up his backpack and trudged home, feeling like the world was against him. As he walked, he could hear Shalesha and her friends following behind him, laughing and jeering. He tried to ignore them and focus on getting home, but it was no use.

When he finally reached his house, he was exhausted and soaked to the bone. He tried to open the front door, but his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't get the key into the lock. He was about to give up when he heard Shalesha's voice behind him.

"Hey, John, what's the matter? Can't even open your own front door?" she taunted.

John turned around and saw Shalesha and her friends standing on the sidewalk, holding a carton of eggs. They were grinning wickedly, and John knew that they were about to do something terrible.

He tried to run, but he was too weak and too slow. Shalesha and her friends chased after him, throwing eggs at his house as he scrambled inside. The eggs splattered against the walls and windows, making a disgusting mess.

John closed the door behind him and locked it, feeling scared and alone. He knew that Shalesha and her friends would never stop tormenting him, and he didn't know what to do. He just hoped that one day, he would find the strength to stand up to them and put an end to their cruelty.

As he walked into the living room, he was greeted by his parents, who were sitting on the couch and watching TV. They looked up as he entered, and their faces immediately changed from mild interest to anger.

"What happened to you, John?" his mother asked, her voice cold and hard. "Did those bullies beat you up again?"

John hung his head, unable to meet his mother's eyes. He knew that she was disappointed in him, and he didn't have the energy to defend himself.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said in a small, defeated voice. "I didn't know what to do."

His mother's face twisted into a sneer, and she stood up and walked over to him. She reached out and grabbed a nearby stick, and before John could react, she hit him on the head with it.

"You're pathetic, John," she said, her voice full of contempt. "You let those bullies walk all over you, and you don't do anything to stop them. You're nothing but a weak, worthless coward."

John winced in pain, but he didn't cry out. He was used to his parents' cruel words and actions, and he knew that it was pointless to fight back. He just stood there, taking the abuse and trying not to show how much it hurt.

Meanwhile, John's younger siblings, Adam and Eve, were watching from behind the couch. They were giggling and winking at each other, enjoying the spectacle of their brother getting hit and humiliated. They didn't care about John or his feelings; they just thought it was funny.

John felt a wave of despair wash over him. He didn't know how much more he could take. He was bullied by his classmates, tormented by his parents, and ignored by his siblings. He felt like he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of misery, and he didn't know how to escape.

John looked at his naked, fat body in the mirror, and he felt a wave of shame and disgust wash over him. He hated the way he looked, with his greasy hair, his glasses that were always slipping down his nose, and his rolls of fat that jiggled whenever he moved. He felt like a monster, and he couldn't bear to look at himself any longer.

He closed his eyes and tears started to roll down his cheeks. He was ashamed of who he was and what he had become. He didn't know how to change or how to be happy, and he felt like he was trapped in this miserable existence forever.

As he stood there, silently sobbing, he heard a commotion downstairs. He listened carefully and realized that his parents were shocked and angry about the eggs that were splattered on the windows and roof of the house. He knew that they would soon be marching up the stairs to confront him, and he didn't want to face them.

He quickly locked the door and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over his head. He cried himself to sleep to the sounds of his parents banging on the door, demanding that he come out and explain what had happened. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but he knew that he couldn't face it alone. He needed help, but he didn't know where to find it.