Camp Closeted

Chapter 34: Personal Feelings

There's no way I really did that!

I kissed Jesse's ex?

What if he finds out!

What else did I do that night?

Fuck!

Thoughts began to run around my mind as I couldn't process what Tristan just told me.

I felt myself actually break down as everything in my body just started to hurt. I felt so disgusted and

disturbed as I made my own skin crawl. Tristan is lying, there's no way he's telling the truth! I'm not a

slut!

Time quickly passed by as I began to notice my breathing pace speed up without control. I just wanted

to vanish as my body began to feel paralyzed. I was slowly being dropped into a dark self-made torture

chamber without a way out.

I haven't had a panic attack this bad in so long..

My body forcefully fell back against a large tree as I continuously used my hand to bang my head at my

stupidity and at my disgusting behaviors.

Who even are you to do that Micah?

I felt myself now breathe heavily as my heart was just beating out of my chest, my shirt completely

stained with my own blood.

I couldn't help but loudly gasp as voices began to appear around me. "Logan, he probably didn't even

mean to punch you."

"Oh shut up!" Logan exclaimed as him and his friends began to surround me. "He thinks it's okay to

play with my emotions and just hurt me right after?"

My face was drowned in complete horror as I looked at group of guys that stood before me, beds of

sweat forming on my face as I tried to get up. I didn't know what Logan and these guys wanted but it

was obvious they wanted trouble.

As I tried to get up, a pair of strong hands rapidly grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me back down,

causing my body to roughly hit against the hard leafy ground.

I began to cry as I didn't have enough power to say anything since my panic attack only worsened.

"Look at you." Logan evilly laughed as he forcefully pulled my collar. "You're such a pathetic fucking

person!"

My eyes rapidly blurred as Logan's hand that was fueled by hate swung so strongly against my cheek,

making me fall back again to the ground as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Keanu's familiar voice spoke out as I groaned out in pain. "Dude alright, come on, you got your

revenge, now let's go."

"No!" Logan screamed like an enraged animal as he quickly got on top of me, swing after swing, hitting

against my face. "You know Micah, I actually thought for a second you stood out. Turns out your just Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

another shitty asshole who likes to toy with people's feelings. Where's your Jesse now huh!?" His voice

was audibly broken as I couldn't even speak anymore, his hard fist silencing me.

Every punch that struck against me made my head pound, multiple versions of reality creeping into my

vision as I couldn't even process the amount of pain that I was experiencing so I just shut my eyes.

All of a sudden, his punches stopped as his hands moved down to my neck. Without any hesitation, he

began to choke me as I could only cry. I felt too drained to try and fight back.

"Logan what the hell dude, stop!" Another voice yelled out, pulling Logan away as I felt my face began

to swell up. I felt like I was beginning to die as I just laid down on the dirt, feeling my consciousness

slowly fade away.

"What the hell do you mean stop!?" Logan's extremely loud voice echoed around the forest. "You guys

are my friends, you guys should be helping me beat this fucker up!"

"We're not gonna help you with this psycho shit dude!" Keanu's voice slightly struggled as they

probably held him back. "Logan, be honest with me, did you take your medication?" He deeply asked.

I heard Logan began to thrash away from their hold as he quickly replied. "I don't need that shit! I don't

have anger issues, it's all bullshit! That doctor was bullshit! Now let me go so I can fuck him up more!"

Keanu anxiously talked to his other friends as they began to pull Logan away, making him let out

almost furious screams as my vision remained black. "Fuck you Micah!

After a moment, a strong gust of wind blew against my raw and extremely badly hurt body as I tasted

blood. At this point in time, I actually wasn't so sure if I was gonna live for just be left here, dying.

I just wanna go back home..

I began to hear footsteps that got nearer to me. Leaves crunched as the footsteps stopped beside my

almost lifeless body.

Before I knew it, my body was effortlessly getting picked up. I didn't have enough energy to open my

eyes and see who the strong arms belonged to.

The only thing I had enough energy to do was just simply give in to the darkness that promised me to

take all the pain away.