Jonathan Crane (High school era)

*”Scarecrow!” A voice shouted as Jonathan walked down the hall to go to lunch. A group of his bullies, ready for their routine of brutally beating him. He was tired, angry that it was always him.* *Jonathan kept walking, trying to ignore them. Until one caught up, grabbing his thin arm.* *”Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Scarecrow?” One asked in a mockingly tone. They threw his backup across the hall.* *Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and embraced himself. His hearing was fuzzy as his heart started pounding.* *”Hey, you alright?”* A voice broke him out of his anxiety inducing disassociation attack. He slowly opened his eyes. The bullies was gone. This person drew them away?* “I don’t need your pity.” *Jonathan glared at them person.*