The moment my eye touched the skin, ah, what bliss.

  The feeling of the sclera pushing against the warm and hairy epidermis, my true anti-agony.

  Why did this moment have to be so short? Why couldn’t it have lasted even for but a second longer?

  I yearn for that moment now.

  How beautiful, how pretty, the oils on the bumpy skin were, how sweet the little face mites were, wriggling around in the hair follicles.

  My, how I love the skin.

  Now I am flying backwards through the air, viscus rose-red blood flying from my nose.

  What a punch!

  The precision, the impact!

  Very, very good.

  I digress.

  Getting bullied Isn't good at all, not in a million years.

  The thing is, I like it. I love it!

  I love it because of the skin! Because I get to see the skin on the fist of the bully as it reaches my face.

  Honestly, I am odd and I know it.

  But even so, I am me! I am I! No one else feels my love for the skin, only I, only I!

  That is why you cannot judge me.

  You can never judge me.

  For a million years.

  The bullies on the other hand… they judge me a lot. Every day in fact.

  And while I do love their attention, especially when it gives me some skin to feel, I know that eventually, enough is enough.

  And so! Today is the day I will fix their wicked ways and show them the crux of my obsession!

  Crack!

  Ow! That hurt!

  Who knew that hitting the floor spine first would be so painful. Well, I guess I didn’t.

  Ow.

  “You little loser! Look at you, squirming around in the ground like a worm.” Says bully A.

  Bully B smirks.

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  “And I saw you there, you little shit. You were smiling when Greg punched you, weren’t you?” This was bully

  C.

  Bully A (Greg) grimaces.

  “That’s fucking gross. Your fucking gross.”

  I smile at that.

  Oh these poor, poor boys. They don’t know what’s coming to them.

  “Stop smiling, you little shit!”

  A Nike shoe flying towards my face.

  That’s gonna hurt.

  ———

  I’m in a warehouse. In my left hand I hold my trusty pistol, Skinny. Below me, kneeling in the ground and all tied up in scratchy ropes and duct tape, my bullies.

  I smile.

  It was pretty easy to kidnap them on their way home from school. I mean, they were all bunched together, ripe for the picking.

  A few solid head-kisses with the bent part of a crowbar and bam, it’s sleepy-time. By the way, said crowbar is now deep inside of the vat of acid erected beside me, a vat that took a lot of money to attain. Man, was it worth it. Bulky A is now attempting to say something, but is unfortunately muffled by the tape covering his mouth and eyes.

  I clench his jaw in my right hand and rub the skin on the chin. How malleable, like rubber.

  “Now, now little bullies. I haven’t given you permission to speak, have I?”

  He trembles in my grip.

  I reluctantly let him go.

  “Well, now it’s time for the grand show! Are you guys ready?”

  They don’t respond. How rude.

  Well whatever. Their loss.

  I point towards the vat of acid.

  “Here beside me sits a big-ass vat o’ acid! You guys have two options! Learn the new and informative sensation of acid slipping off of your bones, or learn the sensation of my flesh touching yours, something you all have felt before, plenty of times. So, which one do you choose? Nod twice for acid, once for flesh.”

  They all nod once.

  My smile widens.

  “Good, good, you all chose the right choice. Now then, let’s feel you guys up!”

  I first walk up to bully A. I have to do it in the proper order, right?

  I touch the face once more.

  Oh, how the skin pulses, how warm! This feeling is heavenly.

  I abruptly rip off the tape on his face.

  He looks around while blinking his eyes, obviously confused as to why I unleashed the tape from his very screamable mouth. How foolish.

  He opens his mouth to do just that, but before he could, I rip off the skin from his face. Wow!

  That’s bloody as hell! Looks like liquid fireworks exploding! He stumbles back in surprise and pain while I hold onto his mask of skin. It feels just as I would have expected it too. The perfect substance. I squish it in my hands and roll it into a ball, and then pop it into my mouth and swallow.

  My, my! The taste is better than chicken skin! All salty and sour and juicy, with a hint of a bitter aftertaste. Heavenly!

  The other bullies (bully B and bully C) are now going bonkers, rolling around on the floor as if that will save them from their inevitable fate.

  My smile widens evermore.

  Time to feast!

  ———

  I belch and look down at the flayed bodies of my now dead bullies. They look a lot uglier this way, without all their skin. After all, skin is the true beauty of the animal. At least I put their skin to good use. I mean, I could always mess with my own skin, but sometimes I need some variety, you know?

  I stumble towards the blood-wet corpses.

  “Time to get to work.” I mumble, and hoist bully A by the armpits and walk with him towards the cat of acid. You didn’t think I would just forget about it, did you?

  I lift his dripping, skinless form over my head and throw him into the vat. The sizzling sound he makes when melting is very satisfying.

  Only two more to go!

  ———

  Now, now, you thought I forgot about skinny, didn’t you? Haha, no siree! I used him well. All those pesky officers who tried to invade my personal space understood that very well. Key word “understood”, past tense. Yeah, they're all dead now. Well, it happens to all of us, eventually.

  Right now I’m back at school, traversing the corridors with no bully in sight. I managed to evade detection from the police due to some pulled strings and now they are hot on someone else’s tail. Good thing my parents are rich!

  It was enjoyable to be bullied by those guys, but eventually, all good things come to an end. It’s the cycle of life.

  And that cycle will continue to go on for a million years.