[ WP ] You 've been knocked out cold by the schoolyard bully . When you wake up your ears are still ringing , but that sound is replaced by another -- you can hear the thoughts of your tormentor .

( Im going to use an enemy instead of school bully if that's alright ) 
 
 I always thought one of us would be knocked out cold but never thought *she* would hit *me*. I do n't even like violence so the fact this fight happened at all really leaves me in this hospital shocked... with a mouthful of blood and a broken nose. 
 I woke up around four in the afternoon, around five hours after getting knocked in to the lockers, feeling numb in my face.The Doctor told me he used some kind of medicine for my broken nose, ugh. How could *she* have possibly broken *my* nose? That's nine days suspension, what knocked me out had to be her golden ring. The only thing I could think about clearly was how jealous of her I was and how angry I am that *she* had the nerve to practically almost *Kill* me. Everytime we've ever spoken one word to eachother it was to torment one another out of spite over a dumb boy. A fight over a dumb boy, wow. Thinking about that really pissed me off. 
 Two minutes in to ranting in my own head my thoughts were interrupted. I could n't figure out what was going on, my head voice sounded raspy and equally mad. 
 *I should n't be suspended for five days, I did n't start the fight. I'm an honors student for Christ sake. Fucking Amy should back off Mike because he wo n't ever like her..ugh*. Well, *my* names Amy... Could it be possible I was reading her thoughts? I could n't be right? Inside her mind? No way. 
 *Now everyones going to hate me because I fucking knocked out someone no even cares about in the first place. Moms gon na come home so pissed... maybe if I pretend to be asleep she wo n't yell. * The thoughts that were n't mine continued. 
 I could n't imagine anyone hating her, in this High School she was pretty popular, I mean she has gorgeous hair, a pretty face, a slick attitude getting boys to do whatever she wanted and to top it all off, which really disappointing me, she had a great fashion sense.I almost feel bad for getting blood on her mint colored tanktop, almost.She is more likely to date Mike than me but did she need to knock me out to prove a point? Somehow the situation would get twisted around and everyone would feel compassion for her, that's how it always works around here. 
 
 Five days later, with her thoughts still running through my mind we passed each other in the Science Hallway, almost right where our fight began.If I'm not delusional my blood is still on the floor a few inches away, gross. 
 *Fuck there she is, do n't look do n't look....* How could she pull off being internally nervous but externally looking like absolutely nothing had happened? I really got to know her these past few days and what I discovered is she's not as great as she showcases herself.It turns out all this time I was jealous of her she was jealous of me too, Scared I would actually get the boy I wanted.It's really funny how that works. 
 The event vividly replayed in my head. The bell to leave second block had rang, on my way out of my Chemistry Class with Mike and her behind me I heard whispering.There was always a pattern going on, if they were together near me they would probably be talking about me.It kind of gave me joy, to know how much I annoyed her.I could n't stand it anymore though so I turned around hoping to confront her, I always had the idea she liked Mike so now was the perfect time. 
 While turning my head to face the two I said, `` Listen, I know you're jealous'' i assumed anyway ( come to find five days later I was right ) `` and I ca n't figure out why'' my voice sounded so fake, I sounded like a total bitch. `` But if you like Mike, just ask him out he's right there. And would n't it really piss me off if *you* dated *him*? Because the only reason you hate me is because you think I have a chance of dating him.'' I was smiling and to my amazement that's when she knocked me out. I had no desire to start a fight with her but the truth burns people sometimes. 
 
 I snapped back to reality leaning against my locker with her just a few lockers down. I could see her looking at me from the corner of my eye. Should n't she apologize to me? A simple'Hey sorry I broke your nose and smashed your face in' to say the least. 
 *Come on Dani hurry up, hurry up she might come over.. I do n't wan na be here.Fuck me* Did she think *I* would hit her? She seems internally crazy so I decided what I would do to make the awkwardness in the air float away.Apologize to her. 
 *is Mike around? He's been ignoring me since Tuesday* Tuesday was the day we had fought.I should feel something but I do n't feel bad for her, she deserved being ignored over a little crush. 
 Mike was around, once I spotted him making sure he would see me, I walked over to her. A little nervous and with her annoying thoughts filling my own head I was unsure of what I would say but I wanted to look like the bigger person. 
 Before I realized it I was standing right next to and by her thoughts we were both pretty terrified. 
 *What the fuck does she want? Go away seriously, please. Just walk away... * I saw her body jerk planning to just ignore me but before her friends walked with her I began talking. 
 `` Listen, I know you're still jealous'' I began. `` And pissed because everyone pretty much hates you for starting a petty fight'' I felt the smirk on my face and heard the unofficial suicide thoughts running through her mind, *Fucking kill me, im going to kill myself. shes going to knock me out* 
 `` But If you have any heart at all you'll forgive *me* for actually starting the fight over Mike which was dumb'' all she could think was how bad she felt for harming me and it really was absurd. *Why is she apologizing to me? * she questioned 
 `` I'm apologizing because I know you wont, and I know it really pisses you off to know I'm the bigger person'' *Shit, she was right* 
 We both turned our head to find Mike looking at us and this time we we both felt the same feeling, embarrassed and horrified. 
 After my apology her thoughts began fading away but for as long as I knew what she was thinking she felt pretty guilty, which made me a little satisfied.
