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?

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