The Hunt -Bulling-

I quickly turn a coner, and run so fast, I look at the wall that towers above and realize I'm trapped, I cover my face and fall to the ground, With a snicker I suddenly realize I have been found, My books are knocked from my hands, and I'm thrown to the floor, I cry out, "STOP PLEASE NO MORE!" I feel her hands agaist my throat, as I frantically gasp for air, I close my eyes tight and hope it's just a nightmare, I think about my parents, and the friends I've held so close, I tug at her hands, but my movements are slowed, I've been a target of hate for so many years, Keeping the silence and holding back tears, My vision gets blurry, everything turns a dull grey, For she is the Hunter and I am her prey, I realize this is my last battle, And what's done is done, Beacuse this is a battle, That just can't be won. I think about why me, why now, why? With the world growing dark, I whisper goodbye.