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When you're a loner in school, there are few things more gratifying than to find another misfit who you get along with. That was the case when Coop and I became friends. The world seemed a lot less hostile, knowing that someone else could see what a load of horseshit the whole thing was. That someone liked hanging out with Mowgli the Dog Boy for a change. We'd talk about dumb stuff at lunch, before school or when we had study hall together. We'd hang out after school, and he started coming over to my house and we'd play Atari, ride bikes and just have a great time. I couldn't tell you what we did the time BEFORE the last time I saw him. I know I couldn't possibly have done anything to deserve what happened to me the LAST time I saw him. It was a Monday. A long, lonely weekend behind me, I was really looking forward to hanging out with my only real friend at the time. I waited for his bus to pull up, ready with a funny joke or something to crack ol' Coop up and get the day off to a good start. Then I saw him getting off the bus. He saw me and came rushing toward me. Next thing I know, I'm being ground pounded by my best and only friend. I was in shock and didn't know what to do. The emotional wall I can usually switch on and off failed me in that moment and I started crying. In front of the entire high school. I couldn't imagine what I'd done, but be a loyal friend to this person. I couldn't imagine anything except that the human race was exactly as cruel as those years of being tortured in a yard has led me to believe they were, and that there was no difference between the people who raped my sister for 4 years, and the people who'd been raping my heart ever since. I never talked to or even wanted to look at Cooper again..and the heart raping never stopped. Now no one gets past the city gates easily and the unworthy are tossed out on their ear without hesitation. see also: the_white_heath_incident piece_of_work
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