High School Creative Writing

My stop was the last on the bus. I sit on the bus with my head tucked into the hood of my sweatshirt, so Erik and his friends don’t see me. The bus squeaks and pulls to a never-ending stop. I let everyone else off before me and finally walk off, then say “thank you,” the driver. In front of me, I see Erik and Vincent, throwing what is probably their homework crumbled into a ball. I keep my distance from them, not wanting to go any closer. I see Vincent glance back, and I look straight down. He nudges Erik on his shoulder, as they both look back. They come to a sudden stop. I keep walking, not wanting to stop to draw even more attention to me. My heart beat pulses faster and faster, as I get closer and closer. I shut my eyes so tight wishing
He hands it over to Erik as he pulls off the cap. “Hold him down,” Erik orders Vincent. I have no other choice then let what happens happen. All after that seemed blurry. I remember only seeing nothing at all. My vision being wiped away slowly. I remember screams and the pain. The smell of something I couldn’t stand being kept in my nose. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut only seeing the sun shine through in a small section. The last piece of sight I had washed away and everything turned black. I wake up from the night only realizing that I'm not in my own room. I'm not in my own bed. I can only see blurbs of color. My black and green room turned into light blues and whites. I hear two people over me. One man and one woman. Then, I hear my mom the corner with faint cries. “Mom. Where are you? I can’t see,” I stick my hands out in front of me. More cries come from that corner. “Mom?” “Everything will be okay,” I hear a comforting voice from the overhead of me. I don’t get it. I don’t remember anything that could’ve happened to put me to what I think is a hospital room. I was just at school, nothing happens after that. I don’t