PRS mellan mig och ingetledigt

"Oh no, you want us to stop? I don't think so, you worthless twat!"
The words stung like hell. More than the kicks and punches did. Because bruises can heal but the words they say will forever be on my mind.
Kick after kick, punch after punch, laughs after laughs and mean words being thrown at me. I start sobbing. I can't hold it in. It just hurts so so much.
"Please stop!" I cry out. "Please." I whimper.

Jag stod och velade på trappan, någonting kändes fel. En del av mig sa åt mig att gå in, för säkerhets skull. Medan en annan del sa åt mig att sticka därifrån, det fanns ändå ingenting jag skulle kunna göra åt saken som troligen inte ens existerade. Jag insåg att jag inte kunde stå här och göra ingenting längre. Jag hade ändå glömt min mobil i skåpet vilket gav mig en vettig anledning att gå in. Skolan verkade helt ödelagt, inte så mycket som ett ljud hördes när jag gick in.

"You're a piece of worthless trash! Just go kill yourself already! Why are you even here!?" He yells and drags my up by the shirt and slams me into the wall again so that my head hits it. A harsh pain spreads through my head and body and I feel like I got a concusion. I sob out in pain and my legs give up on me, but he doesn't let me fall. He grabs me and does that same thing again.
"Help!" I yell out. I'm going to die. I'm going to die right here right now. And honestly, I don't mind, but I'd rather die on my own conditions and not by getting my head smashed. But it hurts. So I call for help. Because that what a normal person would do.