Knife To My Paw
Just a random thing I came up with to help past the time.
Knife To Paw...
The bell for the end of recess went off as I was walking out of the bathroom. Suddenly, 2 furs grabbed me. A extremely muscled bear, and a tall wolf. They dragged me by my war torn shirt's collar and by the scruff of my neck. I was being dragged back into the bathroom by the 2 furs. The brought me into one of the toilet cubicles, grabbing me by head and one of my ears. They forced my head down into the toilet bowl. I tried to pull back for air, gasping. Bubbles rise from the toilet water. They pulled my head back up, tugging on my ear and fur. I gasped for a big lungful of air, as they forced my head back into the toilet. I struggled as I choked on the toilet's water. Almost out of breath, they flushed the toilet, and then smashed my head into the side wall of the cubicle. I sat there, resting my head against the wall, coughing up bits of water. The 2 furs screamed out, "Enjoy your next class Ray!", laughing as they walked out the door. As I sat there, I thought to myself, "What makes me different from any other of the furs? Is it because I am a lion? Is it because I am slightly overweight? Is it because I am not as rich as them?" Thought's like this ran through my head, as I slowly drifted unconscious.
"Ray. Are you alright?" I slowly opened my eyes, still coughing from the water. I saw a mid-aged brown fox standing in front of me. Her name was Miss Gillington. She was the school nurse. But people usually called her NG for short as Nurse Gillington. I raised my head, sitting up a little. The pillow my head was resting was soaked from the toilet water. Miss Gillington stared at me, shaking her head. "What happened?" She asked. I stared blankly at her, grinding my teeth. "Well? Go on." "I-I.... ughh... I just slipped over." She looked at me funny, and sighed. "You are sent home, I will let the office workers know you are leaving." I sighed. "What a terrible day" I thought to myself.
I soon arrived at what I would call a, "Home", but most would call it a, "Dero Corner House". I opened the part of which was left of my door. It took me a while because my paw was shaking from the thought of whom or what would be inside awaiting me. Slowly walking over bits of garbage and rubbish, I arrived to my room. I took my shirt off, throwing it at the wall. Searching around for a shirt, I heard some people walking up to the front door. I went towards the front door to see who it was. I saw the sight of my mother, a small lioness, holding a cigarette, and a fairly tall panther, who was wearing a tight shirt with the sleeves, cut off it. My mother was somewhat surprised to see me home, and angry. She started screaming at me in a rage, swinging at me with her unsheathed claws. She scratched me right across my eye and on my left shoulder as I was fleeing. This wasn't the first time she had done this. I have had many scars on my back.
I sat in my room in an emotionally distressed state. I was shaking, crying, and bleeding. I looked around the room, looking for something. I reached over to the object with my shaky paw, picking it up. I held the object high up in the air. It was a knife. It reflected light from the smashed window.I placed my left paw down on the ground, tightening my grip on the knife with my other paw. I closed my eyes, bringing down the knife, stabbing into my paw. Blood flowed from my paw. The flesh tore open. I roared at the pain. I put the knife down, and just sat there. Holding my left paw tightly squeezing it.