Strong hands latched on to his clothes, and pushed him into the wall. His head hit the back wall and he could feel the blood trickle down the back of his neck. He did nothing, no screaming, no struggling, because that’s all he could do. Nothing. The hands grabbed him by the head and once again smashed his head into the wall. Pain spread quickly through his body as he took the blows in his stride. He was now on the floor, with a dead weight on his back. His hair was grabbed and his head pulled back and forward. More pain fled through him, although he was too succumbed to notice.
When will this be over?
A hard blow to his spine, finally caused him to scream. A hand quickly clamped over his mouth. He felt like he was suffocating, couldn’t breathe. A few more blows to various parts of his body and it was over.

“That’s what you are, and you always will be. Maybe we will have knocked it out of you. Oh, and if you mention this to anyone? Well let’s just say that you don’t want to know. If anyone asks? You fell off a skate ramp.”