Loser
by A.R. Thomas
“Loser.” That’s what you called me. You thought it was funny, didn’t you? Remember when you took all my clothes during PE? No?
Let me tell you what I remember. I remember crying under the bleachers after you humiliated me once again. I remember when she found me, so alone. So very alone. She offered a gift. I didn’t want it, but she gave it anyway. I remember the darkness washing over me. More than anything, I remember the hunger when I awoke.
You forgot about me, didn’t you?
I never forgot you.
So, who’s the loser now?
