No One Cares

Dedicated to my RAD friend

DeMartino High School. One of the many prisons for teenagers of all future debtors and hollow suits.

There are many groups within the community. A long list of them are nailed to society’s metaphorical brain. Many can read through when they have the time. Mostly, people just find their place gradually. Either it takes a short or long time. At the end of the day, it won’t matter anyway when everyone’s dead.

And when everybody’s a ghost...

No one cares.

The hallways were bundled with many students walking by. Some leaned on their lockers. Talking to their friends or being solo. Others were looking through their lockers. Chatter was high and loud. A normal occurrence. Something that even the easily irritated people got use to.

There wasn’t much to the school except for a couple of secrets here and there. The best hangouts for certain groups. And the quality of the food. Depending on what someone’s take on school food is like.

A lot more details were floating about for any student to get their hands on and talk about. Many involved the people there and so much more.

Wilt was a student who didn’t really care about any of it. He was more into his own business. Even if that meant getting seen as a weird individual, he didn’t mind.

He stepped into the large doorway of the school. Having a messenger bag over his shoulder. He wore a black and white long sleeved striped shirt, a black t-shirt with an upside down cross was over, cargo pants, and combat boots. He had a septum and a crescent moon ear piercing. His lids were covered in liner. His bangs covered his left eye. His nails were painted red. His brown eyes were tired and bored.

He caught the sight of a Pain and Nyx. Two of his few closest friends who were standing near their own lockers. Talking.

Nyx wore a long black dress, black cloak, and knee high boots. She had black on her lips, lids, and nails. All matched her eyes. She had long hair. She appeared to be in gloom. Something that was common for them to see. Pain was more casual. He wore a Joy Division shirt with the infamous logo for one of their albums, ripped jeans, and shoes. He had an eyebrow piercing and leather wristband. His eyes were a dark green. His hair was short.

Wilt walked over. “So, what are we talking about?” Pain shrugged. “The usual. Stock market’s crashing and everyone’s slowly dying.” “So not much at all?” “Not really.” ,said Nyx. The bell rang. “Time for hell.” ,said Pain. “Not so fast there freaks.” ,said Principal Grimalkin. “We’re having every troubled student check in with the therapist. You’re up on the list.” “Really? And I thought my parents were too busy fucking in the upstairs office.” “Very funny, Wilt. But no, your parents didn’t approve. I did. I don’t want to find another damn body in this school. The higher ups are coming here to make sure that I’ve done a good job at keeping this place stable. And I’m not going to lose this job because somebody here decided to kill themselves without thinking about me first.”

“Oh wow. That would be terrible.” ,said Pain. “Shut up! Now get to the therapist’s office.” Grimalkin pointed behind herself.

All three of them were sitting on a couch. The therapist sat across from them on a cushioned chair. He held a clipboard and a pen. “Alright guys. First off, my name is Chris Ward. Now, I know you’re use to calling your teachers Mr and Miss but you can just call me Chris. We should see each other as friends so that it’s easier for you all to explain your emotions better. How about you introduce yourselves to me and say what’s one thing that’s on your mind right now?”

“My name is Pain and I can’t stop thinking about crack.” “My name is Nyx and my head is filled with death.” “I’m Wilt and I’ve got homicide on my mind.” Chris raised a brow. “I see. So, you three like a good sense of humor? And do you have any issues that you would like to discuss about? No one will know about what you say here but me and you guys. You can relax.”

There was an awkward moment of silence. “Anything at all?” Pain sighed. “Look Chris. Sure we’ve got issues but who doesn’t? Our problems aren’t severe.” “How about you observe us in class? Or hang out with us? We won’t be able to get out of this crap unless you sign us off as mentally stable so that Grimalkin can get off our backs.” ,said Wilt. “Hmm...That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But I think a field trip would work. I could get all of my clients and have the school give me permission to take everyone to something educational.”

“I guess if it means getting Grimalkin off of our backs then sure.” ,said Pain. “Great! You’re all free to leave now. I’ll see you at the field trip.”

Out of the office, the three were walking down the hall to their separate classes. “I’m really not looking forward to this.” ,said Wilt. “It’s better than spending hours in therapy everyday where you wallow in your own misery.” “Nyx has a point. Besides, once this is over we’ll get certificates that says we’re not insane.” “I know a certain principal who needs some therapy more than we do.” ,said Wilt.

“Therapy For The Deranged Principals.” Pain smiled. “I like it.”