PORSCHE'S POV:

Even though I wanted to end everything, phaw spotted me on my way back and I was forced to get back home with him.

A few days later:

The principal wanted me to change schools to avoid being mentally harassed by the other students since they loved Arthit and to them I was just an outcast, never meant to be there in the first place.
However, we had already passed the mid-session of 12th grade which meant that no school would be willing to take me in. Afterall, re-registering me for boards from their school, giving me time to get acquainted with the way of teaching of their faculty and monitoring my performance would be too much of a hassle for any school.

Hence, there was barely any choice left for me than to suffer the consequences of something I wasn't sure if was my fault.

"Murderer! Killer! You killed him!" Were a few of the many words I found scribbled on the bench and my locker on a daily basis.

By the end of each day, I could feel my sanity slipping away little by little.
Even though I could feel my patience running out, there was nothing I could do about it.

A few days later:

I was washing my hands in the washroom when a few guys walked in. It was after school hence it wasn't uncommon for guys to come to the washrooms in crowds to get ready for the after school sports practice or to just hang out with their friends.

"Oh...look who's here. Mr. Murderer?" Intek - One of Arthit's good friends commented.

However, I chose to ignore him and continued washing my hands.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be deaf you as*hole!" He screamed as he grabbed me roughly by my shoulder, making me turn before landing on punch on my face. I feel onto the ground and felt my ears ring as I struggled to get a hold of myself.
My fists curled up into a ball ready to throw a punch back at him, but I had to endure it, for if I did end up hitting him back, I would be the one to get reprimanded even if he was the one to start everything. Afterall, he was the precious only child of this parents while I was the loathed one of mine.

"What? Are you feeling angry? Do you want to hit me back? Huh?" He mocked, trying to instigate me.

"Hold it in" I murmured to myself.

"Hold it in"

"Hold it in"

"Have your parents never taught you that it's rude to murmur if someone's standing infront of you?" He hissed while picking me up by the collar.

"Speak loudly when you're spoken to. Get that? You arrogant bas*ard?!" He gritted his teeth while saying.

"Teach this son of a bi*ch some manners" He commanded his minions as he shoved me towards them.

In an instant, I was pushed to the ground and started getting beaten up by them. I put my hands up for defence but let them loose soon enough.

"What should I even defend myself for?" Were my thoughts before I did so. Even though the pain from getting hit was nowhere near the emotional pain that I was feeling, it was giving me a momentary relief from the distress.

"It's disgusting how you don't show any emotions even while getting hit" He sounded annoyed.

Intek was the last one to land a kick on me before exiting the washroom along with his troop, leaving me completely bloodied on the floor.

With all the strength I could sum up, I got up and washed my wounds. The burning sensation instantly took over my senses as soon as the water washed over the newly formed wounds.

For further treatment I went to the nurse's office and needless to say, she was shocked to see my state.

"Oh my god Porsche!! Who did this to you?!" She sounded worried.

"You have to report this to the principal." She firmly said upon seeing how I was keeping quiet about the incident.

"Don't try to protect them Porsche! You have to inform the authorities about this." She pleaded again.

"I am not trying to protect them" I said in a low voice.

"Then are you going to report them?" She enquired.

"No" I informed.

"What do you-" She was starting to sound frustrated.

"Would any good come out of reporting them? His parents adore him, do you think they'll let him be reprimanded? And without the protection of a guardian they will hound me for all I know. Reporting them or not reporting them, there's no difference in the two..." I forced a smile as I said. She looked like she was at a loss for words and even though she wanted to oppose to it, she knew that I was telling the truth. Reporting the incident would just make things take a turn for the worse.

"I-hope you won't have to frequent this place" Were the only words she could utter.

My wounds were cleaned up and she applied some medicine to disinfect them and after a good dress up, I was ready to leave.

The nurse's office was in the opposite direction of our classroom which meant we could either use the playground to reach the place or could use the backward filled with wild weeds and insects as our way. I always chose the second, for the weed garden was actually a hidden gem in itself.

The class was already empty when I entered. My bag along with the backpacks of the sports students were the only ones remaining in the class. And naturally, Intek's bag was one of them.
The absence of a cctv in the class was a huge boon to me. There were a lot of weeds in the garden that could be crushed with just a little amount of water and the juice being colourless could easily be used without raising any suspicion. With just a little knowledge about wild weeds, one could use the whole garden to their advantage.

"You should really never leave your water bottle unattended." I thought as I twisted it's cap and added the reason for his upcoming misery into it.

I picked up my bag and left as soon as I was done but I wasn't going to leave without seeing the effects for myself. Hence, I hid myself in the desolate store room beside our classroom and waited for them to get back.

They were happily chatting with each other and showed no signs of regret over hitting a classmate.

POV ENDS.

3RD PERSON POV:

"Sinners deserve to be punished." Porsche murmured.

FLASHBACK: 

"Don't detest me Porsche. I am just fulfilling my duties" Arthee - Porsche's step-father said maliciously while holding a stick.

Young Porsche was wailing and pleading him not to hit him but he didn't pay a heed to any of it.

"Please phaw! I won't do that again! Please I am begging you! Please don't hit me! Please!!" His shrill baby voice begged as much as he could while trying his best not to mispronounce any word and get on his nerves any more.

"Please phaw!! I'll...be a really good boy. Please don't hit me!!" He wailed and begged but all went in vain.

"No no. You must repent for what you have done. It is my duty to teach you. Don't try to avoid it.." He preached.

"You must endure every bit of the discipline." He said as he tapped the stick on Porsche's head.
Not even the sight of a poor child shivering out of fear could melt his heart that was so filled with poison.

"Afterall, you have sinned" A wicked smile took over his features.

"And" He continued.

"Sinners deserve to be punished"
A whisper left his lips before he lifted the stick with full force and landed it on Porsche's body leaving terrible marks everywhere.

"That's right." He kept saying the same over and over again while hitting the child.

"Sinners.."

FLASHBACK ENDS.

"...deserve to be punished"

"Sinners deserve to be punished"

"Sinners deserve to be punished"

"Sinners deserve to be punished"

Porsche started chanting. He seemed to be in a state of trance. His eyes were focused on Intek and his friends who were returning from the class with their bags. His eyes panned to the bottle held in Intek's hand and his eyes widened with anticipation as the cap was twisted.

His breath grew erratic as Intek lifted the bottle to take a sip and the moment the boy took one, a wicked smile spread over Porsche's lips.

The bottle fell out of Intek's hand as he grabbed his neck and started panting. He was trying to take in a lot of air but it seemed like it wasn't passing through his throat. Terror clouded his eyes in an instant as he struggled to breathe through his mouth.

"Intek! Intek! What's wrong?" His friends got alerted.

He tried to make sound but failed to do so. He was still clutching his throat that seemed to have been blocked and fell on the floor. He was already drenched in cold sweat and looked terrified.

"Calm-calm down! Keep trying to breathe! But first calm the fu*k down!" His friends adviced him making Porsche click his tongue in displeasure.

After coaxing for quite a while and taking great pains to calm him down, Intek's friends finally got him to breathe slowly and as it turned out, he could breathe but the amount of air that was passing to his lungs was insufficient. And if he was to be left in the state for long, he could possibly die from his organs not getting enough oxygen to keep functioning. His trachea was probably inflammed which caused the problem.

"We should get him to a hospital immediately." A friend's suggested and they all agreed in an instant. Hence, Intek's parents were informed and all the guys rushed to the nearest hospital.

"It's a shame that the effects last for just half an hour." Porsche whispered to himself as he got out of the room.

He still seemed like he was in a state of trance and taking a shortcut, got out of the school as fast as he could. But as soon as he was out of the place, his face fell and the previous expressions that he had were replaced by one of horror.

"What-what did I do" He looked dazed as he started finding it difficult to breathe.

"I-I-" He gulped hard not knowing what to say anymore.

He crouched on the ground and pulled his hair strands in distress.
"He-He....could have died! I-I...am really the worst! I-I...am really the bad luck. I-I don't deserve to live" His breathing was completely out of it. He got up and tried to leave but stumbled and fell down again ripping his palm skin and causing them to bleed.

His head was ringing hard and he was failing to get up again and again. Just a few moments later, he heard a concerned voice followed by another one trying to ask him if he was alright.

"Child are you alright?" The voice asked. The person held Porsche's arms and he instantly tried to get up again with the new support and even succeeded in doing so. But barely had he taken a few steps when he finally collapsed on the ground. The sound of a few feet rushing towards him along with some worried voices was the last thing he heard before all his senses went numb.

POV ENDS.

PORSCHE'S POV:

I opened my eyes but immediately closed them shut upon seeing the bright lights aimed at my face. With a little more effort and slower this time, I was able to open them and looked around to find myself on a hospital bed. A nurse came towards me upon seeing that I had regained consciousness and called in the doctor for further check up.

"When was the last time you had a meal?" The doctor asked.

"Yesterday afternoon." I answered truthfully.

"The number of wounds along with not having enough energy put quite an amount of strain on your body. As a result, your body couldn't handle the sudden stress and panic attack which caused you to lose consciousness. I'll prescribe a few food supplements and a stress reducer,  make sure to take them on time and try not to skip your meals." The doctor instructed and handed me a prescription before leaving.

"Boy do you have a guardian who can pick you up? We tried calling your parents but they never showed up." She looked regretful while informing.

"No." I replied.

Even though I already knew that no one would be concerned in the slightest even if I died, a part of me was still a little disheartened by the fact that I had nobody to be by my side even in a hospital. 

I sighed trying to push those thoughts out of my mind and left the place after completing the remaining procedures.

As I was on my way back, a woman came running towards me.

"Porsche?" She muttered.

I looked at her feeling all confused.

"You are Porsche, aren't you? You! You! YOU KILLED MY SON!" She started screaming all of a sudden and grabbed my neck.

"Mam I-I didn't-" I was trying to say but the force on my throat was making me unable to utter even a single word.

She squeezed her grip around my neck, crushing my windpipe and cutting my oxygen supply off making me unable to defend myself.

A crowd had already formed around us and it wasn't long before her husband came through and pulled her back, stopping her from killing me on the spot.

I fell to the ground as soon as she let go of me and started coughing my lungs out. A few people started patting me on the back and offered me water while asking if I was alright but I could barely hear their voices over the glaring eyes of Arthit's parents that screamed how much they detested me for killing their son...