14th
It’s been two days consecutive days I’ve been attacked by the same kid.
Today I could see it all escalating and getting out of control as the screaming became louder. He looked helpless and incredibly alone. He kept moving from teacher to teacher, and each gave him the same cold response. His eyes were scanning the playground and he looked more and more desperate, like some caged animal.
His screams were nothing I’ve ever heard before and they sent chills down my spine. He was outside and suddenly he came to the window and started banging his hands against the window until the glass panes shook. I was told to move away and sit with another student.
Everytime he ran into the room, my heart beat went up. I kept eyeing the scissors we were using and hiding them so he wouldn’t hurt himself or anyone.
He finally lunged at me, grabbed me and shook me. I remember feeling cold and shaky afterwards. My legs and hands were trembling.
“Are you okay?”
They asked me this twice, and I think I responded yes, even though I knew I was still shaking.
He swiped past me one last time to try to grab the scissors in my hand before running out. I couldn’t believe the scissors were still in my hands. I felt so relieved. I took a deep breath and stood up.